*Once, you were my brother*

Once, you were my brother
A comrade I could trust
Back-to-back with each other
Victories we’d discover
But now that’s left to rust

It hurts to see you’ve changed
How you blindly carried order
Perhaps you are deranged
To me you are estranged
You’ve crossed a sacred border

So I’ll do what I must do
And defend my loyal Clan
I’ll have to see this through
Do what’s right in my world view
And fight you, Man to Man

Our blades will singe and clash
They’ll illuminate the night
We’ll strike and we will slash
You will feel the full backlash
YOU have caused this fight

So here will stand
And let this be goodbye
The moment is at hand
Maybe not how you had planned
Because here, tonight, you die

Ripped ties, broken groups
raging like a heated war
The feud not ending

Order given, order followed
fights end in lonely travel
the cold ever there

Cold is harsh, biting
The loneliness bitter cold
The travel going on

Questions rising, more follow
Never an answer given
Who to trust

Greed does ruin things
Without it, we are nothing
Fight makes us strong

Lucyeth
#13700

1) In the ways of shattered ties life begins
One shall stand and fall
While the suns set to East and West

2) Among the warriors of both Clans past
Few stand still for peace
War ravages all and consumes our Ends.

3) War wages on, yet peace slowly wakes
Without one the other cannot arise
Ashes will linger on lips sun dew

4) Peace the lie we tell for war
War the mother of peace
Both shall birth us into nights embrace

5) Nights moon light brings wars sleep
Sun shall never wake death
Reaper will come, claim suns light again.

And thus it began

United under common goals
stars, shining as allies
stood strong and wise
until all was burnt to coals.

They fought as kinsman

Lots of promises were made
oaths not to be broken
betrayers for a few tokens
that now creep in the shades

That was the plan

Never intended to cooperate
they threw at each other
no more blood brothers
all returns to the cycle of hate

This fued has taken its toll,
after betrayal from a might foe,
the Sadows will learn that you reap what you sow.

Scholae Palatinae begin their their final ride,
setting their sights on the highest prize,
the artifact awarded will seal their pride.

Nearing the hour of the dead,
the Emperor pushes us all ahead,
for losing is not an option with all we have bled.

Strike down the enemy,
let them feel our power,
now is the time to make them cower.

Rally now as a Scholae
forward we will move,
victory awaits on this last finale.