But less than death the Legion-Lost became.

In their great shame at the end of their battle,

Great weapons fell from their grasp.

But whispered were they into new wandering,

Dark-forged and Taken into shameful embrace,

The Legion-Lost gained their name in death.

Curse-charged, terror-torn,

They raised eyes darkened, then lit with flame,

Sword-screaming, rising from purple pyres.

Heads aflame, their end was found in endlessness.

No more wandering or warring in these lands.

The Legion-Lost live as shame and story.