To Those Who Choose to Fight

It was the final night on Earth

I felt the fear in their whispers

As all the men were to test their worth

Struggling to hide that they shivered

And one by one, praying for their souls

Waiting to answer the call

And here in the fire, I saw the Gods

Choosing who stands and who falls

Pray for the weak, pray for the strong

May there be luck all along

Pray that they see the pure light of dawn

And the bard will be singing their song