Honour bound, I stand ready.
Cold steel greets my enemy!
Through hell I have fought,
To find that which I sought.
And in My last hour,
No face shall be sour.
As I stare in the eyes of death,
And feel upon My bones her breath.
I will greet it with raised swords,
And from My mouth shall spring those words:
“For country, king and pride, into hell I will ride!
None shall slow my pace, But Death’s cold embrace!”
And my soul will leave My body.
A soul most cold and bloody.