The Outcome Of The War Is In

That Is The Gods' Work, Spinning Threads Of Death Through The Lives Of Mortal Men, An All To Make A Song For Those To Come.

Just Once I'd Like Someone To Call Me 'sir' Without Adding 'you're Making A Scene.'

Without A Sign, His Sword The Brave Man Draws, And Asks No Omen, But His Country's Cause.

As Leaves On The Trees, Such Is The Life Of Man.

Here, Therefore, Huge And Mighty Warrior Though You Be, Here Shall You Die.