The Brave

I have seen warriors died in battles

Fought till the last of their precious royal blood, drops on the grass

To surrender to their enemies is a crime

They would rather catch the arrows and take the sharp blade of the sword

To die with their comrades is a code

That a warrior is mournful if in battle they survive in full

Home is the battlefield

Sword they always wield

Victory is their pride

Death is their only rest outside