I’ve waited here so long that
My legs begin to shake -
Never moving, lest I fail
And be betrayed by fatal quake.
None would envy where I am,
For they do not know the truth:
Waiting for a fight or death/The thrill of either fight or death
Brings me back my youth.
Each battle draws me near the grave
Each wound heals a little slower
But I’d rather die than never live
And I must give life what I owe her.
Jassek comes, and prompts my cue,
So I rise and quell my fear.
Some might stay, but I must go
For there be dragons here.