Find comfort in the pain
The cruelty, there’s no shame

As I grow into the glove
The thunder rumbles above

Lightning strikes twice on me
For I shall be the martyr
I am the target, come for me
A sacrifice for the Master

In the end that’s what life is
A sacrifice for our Master

Stretch the boundaries
Solve all the quandaries

Digging my own grave
Willingly enslaved

I throw my weight behind me
In service to the Lord
Rushing to the battlefield
By the Mhaldorian horde

In the end that’s what life is
In service to the Lord

Penned by my hand on the 20th of Ero, in the year 806 AF.