We knights are brothers by our swords
Venturing together into dragon's hordes
While we know we may die
We see no cause to weep nor cry
For if we may end the painful ire
That burns within a dragon's fire
Then we will be at rest
We know the life we chose; every dangerous quest
No bards need sing our praise
Make no grand gestures or displays
We need no parades in names
We'd rather fall by monstrous flames
Because we are soldiers, who have a duty to complete
And must do so forever, 'till every beast is beat
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I would like to translate this poem