Passion

When my hand can't throw the spear as it used to; 
you tell the tale what a legend I was, 
When I can wield my sword no more 
rejoice as I have given it my all, 
When the strength to lift my shield fades - don't weep; 
even the greatest defenses tumble at times, 
And should my lungs fail to breathe 
just twinkle smile when they lay my frame on a pyre. 
Let me take this burn - for me; for you and for my fellow countrymen, 
Let me snooze peacefully - should you summon me 
I'll be a god to watch over you.

Whispering his last