Seafang

The only way past a wave is to break it,
to face it with the bow, and take it.
A gift from the gods in conquest,
given so thee could become the best.
For it is a folly errand you run,
to chase all mankind under the burning sun.
Until you are the last to stand,
given each and everyone our brand.
The skull for the skull throne,
the heart for the lustful one,
the bile of the gut for decay,
and the last breath for the changer of way.
It is with duty and piety,
you must become the mighty,
for in your drunken victories,
you swore your life upon these.
The better of any man you say,
you will have to prove this day after day.
So it is with pleasure with give you Seafang,
so that you may have a chance to carve your name.
For we are not unjust,
for only strength we trust.