A long journey is past.

He and His Comrades reach the field.

What was nervous is now fear.

Fear of Death.

Fear of Seeing Death.

Fear of Killing.

He readies his axe.

He lets out a cry.

He fights.

What was fear is now Passion.

What was fear is now Glory.

What was fear is now Honor.

A long Journey is past.

He and His Comrades reach Home.

He puts away his axe.

Yet, still lets out a cry.

For what was Passion, Glory, and Honor,

Is now Guilt.