Silence speaks where words cannot
Cries of agony from a land fought
Every echo, every tear, every cry
A whisper of nothing, it now dies
A single whisper, formed from me
Crying out, for damned I must be
Take a deep breath, pause, endure
The enemy grants nary a quarter
Resolve, focus, harden, and steel
Become stronger, go now and kill

Penned by my hand on the 18th of Glacian, in the year 742 AF.