The clouds above are grey, everything is dark.
The battle goes on, but many have fallen back.
I try not to think of my own life, but of those
who await me back home. I fight on,
with their lives in my hands.
I fight for glory and honor, not personal
gain. I fight for those who have fallen
before me. I fight for those who
can not fight for themselves. Yes,
you've all heard this before, but I am no liar
like the rest.
I see friends stolen from me in cold
blood, their lives taken from them as if
they were nothing. How could this be happening?
How did I, once merely a soldier, become a leader?
Now seen as not only that, but a hero as well?
I am no hero. I am the one fighting for the
memory of the heros, the fallen. Victory is near,
I smell it it the air, I can taste it in my mouth, hear it in the
wind, I feel it in the earth. I must forget my pain,
I have to win. I will not stop until the end.