To Those Who Choose to Fight

It was the final night on Earth
I felt the fear in their whispers
As all the men were to test their worth
Struggling to hide that they shivered

And one by one praying for their souls
Waiting to answer the call
And here in the fire I saw the Gods
Choosing who stands and who falls

Pray for the weak
Pray for the strong
May there be luck all along
Pray that they see
The pure light of dawn
And the bard will be singing their song