Adorned Brood – For Honour And Land

with sword and shield

the path of my fate

destiny

upwards the rock of eternity

with a countenance

stiff from pain

the summit seems far

yet is it

no severe ride

The weaker I get, the louder my end’s

shouts grow

The brave nag trotting

leads me

of this life, but

where then to?

The blood we let, makes our path

divine