To the chaos of the human ages,
History forged in countless wars,
Seen through my tired and empty soul,
Forever plagued by unhealed scars.
Born into a dark and pure heart,
Sacrificing life, love, and peace,
Trained by codes of valued honor,
On a quest for violence cease.
Living doomed and set fates,
The same soul that seeks more,
Death embraced in a million battles,
Fought in many different wars.
My wavering actions are a battle,
And again I shall into death soar,
Fearless, heroic, and dedicated,
To be born a soldier once more.
So therefore I shall speak my struggles,
Repeated countless times anew,
Forged in wasted tears and blood,
Infinite attempts at final virtue.