Every waking moment gives rise to something new
Dreams fade into mist, then reality comes through.
The world has changed again, and fresh challenges ensue
We jump into the fray, and thrive in the milieu.

The clash of swords in frenzied battle is the music of dispute
Fledgeling nations march their armies in tempo, resolute
Shouted words and rallying cries lay lyrics to this song
A cacophony of conflict that beckons us to dance along.

The bloodlust rages - sweet, seductive -
It's pointless to resist.
Why would you give up the chance to grind foes beneath your fist?
Peace is but mere fantasy!
You fight, or you're erased.
And what's the point of living, if it's you that's left disgraced?

Indulge in this frenetic dance.
Learn quick the steps - don't falter!
For it will draw you in, this roiling ebb and flow of slaughter.
And when you gasp for precious air before diving right back in,
Don't forget to murmur thanks for Chaos driving you, within.

Penned by my hand on the 22nd of Chronos, in the year 910 AF.