Sons and Bows

Our arrows headed for duel

Our labour, your pain, our virtues

Your flaws before dusk we overrun

Your boundaries is the hurricane 
Our patience, your hindrance 
Your flaws we celebrate
Our victory
We the Victor,s
Sons of the bow
Wake up 

Bear your dead
Your fallen heroes
Arise
Great corpses

Husbands of the bow         

Our wives

The shields
My son 

Bear the lamp
Your fear is 

Your strength