Our blades are sharpThey are like the crescent stars
We call them scimitars and they are curved
They serve us, as we serve our lord
The foe calls dogs or worse, pigs of war
But we are aware of our true identity
We are neither saints, nor sinners
Servants of the blade
Of our Master
In this service we might die
While the survivors bear the scars
They also bear the memories of lineage,
Duty and honor is our legacy
Upon the ramparts there
We extinguish the fires
Set by rebels and barbarians
Defend the fortress against harm
We serve our purpose
Created an empire
Offering up our bone
Our blood
Muscles, life and arms
Keeping our citizens civilized
While standing against the rising tide
Of those who seek to destroy, rape, or pillage
No we cannot tame them, they'll always be wild
But someone must defend against the approach
Like a dam holds back the waters rising in the flood
