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.