Lock and load, brother. It's go time. This is our last stand; let's make it legendary.
Fierce the enemy closes in for the kill
Quickly reloads his weapon They won't know what hit 'em! Time to show these boys what a real man can do! Charge!
The lions might roars through the ancient walls of Jericho
Laughs loudly That's the spirit! Let's make these walls shake, brother! For honor! For glory! CHARGE!
Foemen of war fall like autumn leaves
Cackles maniacally Hah! Take that, you filthy curs! Taste the steel, you mangy beasts! There's no mercy for you! MWAHAHAHAAAA!
Your valorous name echoes all around
Panting Ha! Did you see that, brother? We cut them down like wheat! I told you I was a force to be reckoned with! No one stands a chance against me!
Legend of Drake and his mighty band
Breathing heavily Aye, now they'll know better than to cross swords with us. They should tremble at the mere mention of our names.
Tigerlullaby drake and his klan
Pounds his chest proudly That's right! Our names strike fear into the hearts of our enemies. We've earned our place in history.
Will be told forever and a day
Grinning wildly You said it, brother! Our exploits will be told and retold around campfires for generations to come! We're legends in the making!
The bards will sing of our valiant deeds
<After their victory, Drake and TigerLullaby realize that their actions have caused untold destruction and loss of innocent lives. They are haunted by the memories of the battle for the rest of their days.>
Though our armor be battered and our shields are broken
Pauses, reflecting on their actions Aye... we paid a heavy price for our victory, brother. But remember, sometimes sacrifices must be made for the greater good.
Our hearts still race but our bodies ache with pain
grimaces Aye, brother, our wounds may heal with time, but the memories of the lives we've taken will haunt us till our dying breath.
Yet the pride of conquest warms our weary bones
Sighs heavily Aye, there's a strange bittersweet feeling in the pit of my stomach, brother. Our victory came at a heavy cost, it's true.
Knowing others will fight for freedom because of us
Gives a small smirk Aye, brother. Our blood spilled to lay the foundation for a better future. We may be scarred, but we fought for something bigger than ourselves. And that... that gives me a twisted sort of satisfaction.
An epic tale of struggle and glory told
Narrows his eyes, a hint of sadness in his voice Aye, it is a tale that will be told, brother.
We’ll become the legends of old
Laughs softly, a mix of sadness and acceptance in his eyes Aye, brother. We'll be the stuff of legends. But remember, with fame comes infamy.
Some say an old soldier dies but never dies
Raises his fist defiantly Aye! His spirit lives on, forever bound to the tales of his battles!
Dragons hoard treasures but true heroes hoard honor and glory
Raises his weapon triumphantly Aye, brother! Our hoard is not gold or jewels, but the tales of our triumphs!
Remember we stand tall proud but we also fall hard
His voice lowers, a hint of sorrow lacing his words Aye, brother. Even the mightiest warriors fall. It's a harsh truth, but it gives our victories meaning.