Speech! Speech! Speech! Speech...

So it is a speech you want?
Then have one you will.
Before our last hunt, before our last kill.
Many miles we've left in a river of death.
Besides the women and children we now protect.
Limbs have been lost, loved ones as well.
So let's give our children a good story to tell.
Of a legendary league, an unstoppable beast.
That tore open an empire which made a great feast.
Of meat prepared in a democratic pan.
Of a wine mixed not by chains, but poured by free hands.
A speech.
I can remember years ago when it took an army to get one of you cowards to sign up for war.
And I can remember mornings I found some of you had slept at my door.
Willing, able, ready to die.
Learning, straining to make a war cry.
And how I do love that sound that keeps the afraid in tact!
It's the steel of my blade, the armor on my back.
Now, I am of the many who yearn for the women we've left back home!
But I've heard of a strong few who have gotten along quite fine on their own.
This may have caused a feud in the bond we have kept.
You'd be a fool not to honor a man who finds ANY pleasure before death.
Death is among us!
A chapter most of you fear.
Well, I've got news for you men, death, is here.
We are death, they call us the grim reapers!
We are the poison that has made the enemy weaker!
We prepare to attack, of this they do not know.
So rid your heart of all mercy and keep your pride low.
We have come this far and after this day we shall go no further!
We can go home free men or the only other option, murdered.
So how hard are you going to fight!?
How long do you want to live!?
How much more pain are we going to take?
How much soul are you going to give?
Alot of you have turned to a God to bring us this win.
Well I believe, hypocrisy, to be a sin.
I have bled under sweat poured on by a thousand men!
All there to bring YOUR life to an end.
I am not here because of God or some spiritual dew.
I am hear because of Sir Edward, Sir Maleki, you.
I shall say a true prayer to our faithful priest.
So heads to the ground, swords at your feet.

"You who are a man of biblical war ask your mighty savior what rescue he's actually been good for. Now I am a believer in God as well as the next sain man. But to many demons have crept above pure safe land.
I'd tell God myself, but I've come to know better. So remember these words and get him this letter. I sleighed so a church could still stand. Where my mother has prayed to die on HER land! Not in jails where her husband was murdered before cleansing his sins. She still prays... Tell God I killed, for him.
An angels wings couldn't carry my grief to any paradise or sing me asleep on my most restless night. A demon couldn't take the hell I've been through and torture I've known. And his horns couldn't pierce the nerves in my spine or the ice my hearts grown. If up with God I go tell him HE, will follow me. And if Satan has any of my men in chains then my blade shall set them free.
Now whoever decides what becomes of my soul may that be his pleasure. You tell them both, high Heaven or Hades hell we leave here, TOGETHER!"