As I speak to his disciple I accept the Trial, I shall win these matches, I shall go the mile. My Fireteam ready to face victory, With them and I, We shall make history. As we face the trial, we win first. But yet, only one victory. This cannot sat our thirst. As we become too cocky, Results turn bad, The match rocky, And we lose. This happens once again, thrice, Our spirit, turned to ice. And yet as we take our new passage, We shall rise from the ashes, We shall not accept playing Salvage.