Iambus on the eve of battle

This glorious day we shall face the enemy
with blades at hand and hearts raised towards the sun.
We fight for those who came before us
and those who are yet to come,
with fire in our eyes
and smiles perched atop our hearts.
Our thoughts are now filled with death,
that of our enemies and eventually that of our own,
for death will come regardless.
Today we fight for our land, lest it be lost to darkness.

Poem written in iambic meter by Nöscol Vopàerig, dedicated the people of Finyeldas before their decisive battle against the invading Lugornan forces.