I’m loathe to lose,
Loathe to loose.
Cacophonic,
Tympanic.
Let cry the war songs.
Call forth the skalds,
To battle!
Let it all out,
Until the point of your focus,
Is a smoldering crater.
Hellfire and orbital strikes.
Training via the schools,
Of mutually assured destruction.
Call Forth The Skalds.
