So as the weapon is your dream and in born the dream is the aim
The weapon is the armour, is the strange protector of your courage.
War, you raise is must a win and a victory.
As they say it,"God stands in the arm of the warrior who shows,
The Valour of his Weapon, that is the Dream".
The only soul that is joyous even at the war, is the bravest.
Remember nothing easy nor the victory,
Everything is as hard so the "Curse of the Hunger".
A Dream is the voyage of the thought to the Courage.
A run towards enemy, To welcome his death with his blood.
A fear full dark that your forces seek for “Shadow of the light”
Your destiny awaits your commence, To lend you it's way towards the thunder of magic.
Pray the gods to untie your soul with all your earthly relations.
Ask to unite your heart with your dreams to fight.
The one born to fight
The one with toughest soul in the clutches of these unbravely insecure hearts
Realise the glory that comes with death.
The death shall be remembered for the last of the history of your heart
Come you are the reason of a revolt against your destiny
And I am the way, the goddess,who woke you up from your dreams.