Warriors Of Old Poem by Dream Chaser

We have made war in this place,

we have been victorious in this place,

our battle hymns passed from mouth to

mouth in this place,

our warcry still resonates in the solitude of the blue hills.

This is the place where we have feasted on the flesh of our enemies and

become drunk on the taste of their blood,

We are warriors of the old world

whose bare feet have pounded on the earth

as we rose up to meet the rain,

whose spears have held the sky in place through the ages.

We shall never die,

Warriors never die,

Our names are spelled out by the stars in the place of eternity