When we are broken and the day is done. When we have lost when we should’ve won, when we failed to train and felt the rain, where there is no fun, just pain and shattered sun. From this place we are broken men, but from here we see ourselves and start to mend, to heal our wounds and start over, again.
That is the blessing of the Shattered Sun.
Now she's sets and the day is done. Now we plan, this war to won, on yourself that day does lay, what comes tomorrow is yours to say. Stand up again and own your loss, learn from death and learn from gloss. Take your banner and raise it high, as guilty as you are, you must surely try.
As the same foolish person you may surely be, a wise man one day you can surely be.