For Honour And Land — Adorned Brood

So I once rode with sword and shield the path of my fate destiny

upwards the rock of eternity with a countenance stiff from pain the summit seems far

yet is it no severe ride

The weaker I get, the louder my endВґs shouts grow The brave nag trotting leads me of this life, but where then to? The blood we let, makes our path divine