Surrounded by my brethren
Our awareness falling dim
The Mighty Eighth Descent
Succumbs only to the night.

Our mission is completed
Our Commanders home and safe
Another vanquished foe
Regretting their mistake.

Medals won mounted proud
Welded to our hulls
Tales of our glory shared
With all who cared to hear.

The gratitude of planets won
Our Commanders read aloud
Their pride in us confirmed
By the touch of their warm hand.

The Regimental flag unfurled
And trumpets filled the air
And then a silent moment
For our fallen comrades.

Underneath a blanket warm
of tungsten alloyed steel
A waiting army drifts away
The Mighty Eighth to dreams.

A den of sleeping dragons

    content

       laying upon their gold.

The Eighth Armored Descent Division was nail in the coffin of the Quern, finally crushing their second round of attacks upon the Concordiat.