• I held my blade with honor.
    I held it for the dead,
    Who gave their lives to defend all,
    Who lay safely in their bed.

    I saw their faces in my mind,
    Passing one by one.
    Not in their last state of agony,
    But a face that claimed they won.

    I lifted my sword before me,
    And brought it down hard.
    Yelling to my men,
    "They await us proudly in Sovengarde!"

    Charging into the mass,
    Piercing the very heart,
    Slashing off various limbs,
    We tore the enemy apart.

    It is a day of victory for us,
    There is no doubt.
    But the battle is far from over,
    Not even about.

    We will continue to fight,
    For the freedom that we know is ours.
    No matter the means,
    Bringing down men, walls, and towers.

    Follow shield brothers and sister,
    It is us who with bask,
    In the glory at the end,
    Of this horrid task.