The Enemy is our closest friend
And our best teacher in the end.

We cherish them for challenges made
And save them so our strength won't fade.

We love them to death, and hate them the same.
For some, the enemy is the best part of the game.

And we pamper them while shaking their hand.
Then turn around and ravage their land.

War is bound by the blood of all men;
Brothers in battle, and with ale at the inn.

We save their lives so that when battle is won
The game continues until the final one.