There must be a corps that will battle for righteousness, for there are endless battalions who serve unrighteousness.
I am always yours to call, wherever the sea can reach.
We fouled up. I did. He got hurt. Badly, maybe. And the god...is not helping him today.
It's all right. Things as they once were will never be again, but it's all right.
Honorable battle sustains a Sacred Band.
Men make their own fates - it's personal, not a matter for debate.