A blessing upon these warriors,
Man walks the plain of a thousand hardships,
Sword sundered, shields shattered,
The five weapons lost and friends fallen,
But even then, man ceases not its steps.

Ahh...
In the deep darkness, man takes heart.
As the curtain of suffering rises, a welcome rain fills the land.
At that moment, man shall hear a sound of verve,
In the flapping of flinches, admist the croaking of frogs,
The sounds of distant thunder, the swaying moon upon the water,
And in the cold earth as well.

Ahh...
A blessing for these warrior's futures.
A gleming light for those who go to battle.
Let it be a light of peace.