No goatee
Alas
I have shorn my long black hair
And had my last fitting of the strongest of armour
Stocks have I counted
And stores made ready
Never in all my seasons of war
Have I bore witness to such numbers
Carefully scattering to the four winds
We count the seconds to Sols rest
Nightwings who will avenge any transgression
Waiting ever waiting for to launch a counter stoke
Around me stand men in prayer to our Order
Protect us Saint George

For We Are Dragonslayers