We ll Strike at Dawn!

A cycle of poems «I Trust Tempered Steel»

In the mist of morning, where the shadows lie, 
Ancient warriors gather, beneath the waking sky. 
With armor forged in battle, and swords that gleam with pride, 
They whisper tales of glory, as the night begins to slide. 

We’ll strike at dawn, when the world is still, 
With hearts of thunder, and an iron will. 
Through the fields of honor, we’ll make our stand, 
For the land we cherish, we’ll fight hand in hand. 

From the mountains high to the valleys low, 
Echoes of their ancestors guide the path they go. 
With banners flying fiercely, and courage in their eyes, 
They march into the sunrise, beneath the endless skies. 

We’ll strike at dawn, when the world is still, 
With hearts of thunder, and an iron will. 
Through the fields of honor, we’ll make our stand, 
For the land we cherish, we’ll fight hand in hand. 

Through blood and tears, they’ve forged their fate, 
In unity they rise, it’s never too late. 
For every fallen brother, their spirits lead the way, 
In the heart of every warrior, their legacy will stay. 

We’ll strike at dawn, when the world is still, 
With hearts of thunder, and an iron will. 
Through the fields of honor, we’ll make our stand, 
For the land we cherish, we’ll fight hand in hand. 

So raise your swords high, let the battle cry resound, 
For together we are mighty, as we charge from hallowed ground. 
With the sun upon our faces, and valor in our song, 
We’ll forge a tale of legends—together we belong. 
We’ll strike at dawn!