So I once rodenwith sword and shieldnthe path of my fatendestinynnupwards the rock of eternitynwith a countenancenstiff from painnthe summit seems farnnyet it isnno severe ridennThe weaker I get, the louder my end'snshouts grownThe brave nag trottingnleads menof this life, butnwhere then to?nThe blood we let, makes our pathndivine