At the crack of dawn, the end of night
We rose to bring their doom
One thousand men in Tiger gold
We marched into the gloom

The sunlight pierced with deadly rays
Our cloak of cloud and mist
The valley opened, and before our eyes
Stood the relic fist

Land grew tall with jagged rocks
To bar our treacherous road
But we would go on without a doubt
Uphold our boundless code

At the peak of day, the extreme of heat
Our journey was near at end
For beyond the cliffs, on lush green grass
The enemy wait to fend

Into the hearts of all great men
A terror overcame
As first view of the enemy presented
We, readied for endless pain

With a cry of hate, a charge of fury
The battle declared at start
The two teams clashed with tremendous might
The fighting as an art

At the end of day, the time for night
We were to start anew
The enemy slaught with many losses
Regretfully withdrew

Now deep in hurt, lost to death
We walk back in pain
But we keep our heads high in glory
Our honor we will maintain

Penned by my hand on the 22nd of Mayan, in the year 285 AF.