There was a time of kings and warriors. A time who might people molding with iron and blood down. For many years to come their hands, that said each cornerstone could never be washed clean. And in this war full recognition, we took no prisoners. We plotted against gods and their visions to put our names in the books and our land of the labs. And in this process, we learned that death was a great blessing. It is falling into oblivion. We broke the mold if we had to. Shook the ground, sacrifice the old ways. Adapted. We bartered with devils and demons, paid against giants, paid our worth in sweat and bones. But never betrayed our identity. And never betrayed our identity. They say happy nations have no history. The heroes we remember turn into stone. But heroes that really were never heard the songs of awe. Because they never battled for glory or gilded ropes. They fought out, a legacy.