The Soldier's Rune


Hail! Ye men born to the black soil,
Birthed to the red earth, where honor's toil.
Sinews clad with might, hearts tough as stone,
Forged in the fire of battle, forever known.


When our roars echoed across the mounts and ravines,
And our whisper in every ear, a soothing shrine.
Through trials and strife, we walk, unyielding and proud,
Embracing stones as pillows, caves as palaces...