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.