Encase yourself in your metal shell,
Slow to begin and reach the end.
Ready for the pain.
Your armour strong steel,
Your weapon, your hammer.
Silhouetted against a blood red sky.
A demonic horde of hounds howls ahead,
Your flowing blood creating ecstasy in their veins.
All you can do is smile,
Then look behind you.
The hounds are nothing now,
Legions upon legions of hope.
All stood in their golden shells,
Swords and shields drawn to your aid.
A war cry of hope,
The destruction of despair.
Nobody ever stands alone.
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