By Appolus
lying in a heap
upon the ground in my own blood
my lifeblood is escaping
from the wound upon my chest
I see my comrades falling
before the onslaught of the hordes
though we will not win the day
we shall die with honor
our opponent surges forward
nearly breaking up the line
but still our army holds the pass
the battle isn't done
again they come unto their death
charging at our spears
and once again we throw them back,
steadfast in our courage
this time the line begins to break
the phalanx starts to buckle
their troops rush through our shattered line
charging for the valley
as the host of evil comes
I prepare to give my life
but with my dying breath
I shall spit into their faces