REQUIEM
ON THE ARMORED road lay silver and gold,
That ever shall tempt the hearts of the bold,
But the bright flush of desire, like the Devil’s pyre,
Lasts only so long as the life-bound fire,
Yet the warriors’ code even time cannot dim,
Its flag is red and its message grim,
From the Mountains of Fear to the grassy sward,
Ride the Brotherhood of the Sword,
From rocky shore to southern sand,
From the raging seas to the wrecks on land,
Upon blooded fields the soldiers have roared,
Bound by the Brotherhood of the Sword,
Forged by honor and of one accord,
Forever stands…the Brotherhood of the Sword.
(From the Tomb of the Pentarch)