To be a martyr of our kind
To be a death for our worthy cause
To pass so swiftly into the void
Without much praise or applause

For this we know is coming
But the citadel we still guard
In service of our King so proud
As knights of fore and vanguard

We face the destruction daily
Against doldrums and swords we stand
Forever enduring the blather
The nonsense of the hellish land

Although we may soon fade
And martyr ourselves for the cause
My brothers have reached a consensus
We don't really want the applause.