For Glory -

Smells like gore and blood.

The wind’s caressing steel

The legions: all cut down.

I put the host to flight

See these shattered weaklings crawling off the field

Wishing they had never faced

The gory glory that is me?

I stand my ground

Will never surrender

Don’t care if the darkest darkness embraces my hall

In fact, I am the ground

Nothing under my feet other than the lacerated bodies of my enemies

In the rising tide of battle, atop a snowbound ridge

In the blazing woods, or on the open field …

In the rising tide of battle, under a starlit sky

On a windswept plain, or on the open sea with a storm closing in:

I stand my ground

Will never surrender

Don’t care if the darkest darkness embraces my hall

In fact, I am the ground

Nothing under my feet other than the desecrated bodies of my enemies

I quench the fire, flatten mountains

Rip the wheel of time

Off its hinges and let it pass off as a makeshift discus

I am the awesome, godlike hero

I am the awesome, godlike hero