Battles are won and battles are lost
Oft before a drop of blood ever shed
They continue to press onward

Fight.

Gather your resolve and your spirits
Whatever happens there will be cost
Wait til later mourn the dead

Fight.

When there is a reason to raise blade
When tyranny does begin and oppress
Fear not the battle nor wars

Fight.

Whether the foe without or e'en within
Raise your head lest spirits fade
Let freedom not be suppressed

Fight.

Gods and man may fisticuff it out nigh
In defiance of Fate many fists would fly
Dream on, dreamer, hunt on, hunter
Then with resolve heavy in your mind
Go forth, fight, and victory you will find.

Penned by my hand on Tisday, the 19th of Lleian, in the year 501 MA.