The battles have been ceaseless, the end is of yet obscure. A shrouded silhouette in the void darkness of a moonless night. War is perpetually imminent. Yet never has it happened. Like the shards of great swords, you feel broken. Like the plates of great armor, you feel heavy. Like the hearts of great men, you feel lost. Abandon your troubles, your despair. For when these shadows conquer your minds and your bodies,Take look into yourself, into others around you,Then will you see,Never have the spirit and the kinship of men,Burned with more intensity,Burned with more passion,Burned with more glory.