For honour and land de Adorned Brood

So i once rode
with sword and shield
the path of my fate
destiny
Upwards the rock of eternity
with a countenance
stiff from pain
the summit seems far
Yet is it
no severe ride
The weaker i get, the louder my end´s
shouts grow
the brave nag trotting
leads me
of this life, but
where then to?
the blood we let, makes our path
divine