The Ancients conceived and believed in the dream of
A
golden land where the vanquished abide,
Those
hero-inhabited hallowed halls,
The splendor of Valhalla.
And
the warrior weathers the
Flames
of distress without fear or regret
For
he knows in the end
His
reward will surpass any
Wounds
he may bear
As
honor becomes his most trusted friend.
With
valor and verve, he soars his spirit
To
unnerving heights on rarified air.
No
task too consuming,
No
quest out of question,
He
fights the brave fight to
Defend
what is fair.
He
must not fail.
He
will not fail.
This
valiant sentinel of war.
And
when his sword and shield shall rest
He
strolls Valhalla forevermore.
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