To put oneself in the line of fire,

A cross road walk into the unknown dark path,

What drives the eye and soul to this?

A seat in hell or mountain hole,

Galidators built to withstand the heat,

Are we truly fierce or stupid though,

To think that courage makes one stand tall,

In the stinking deeps of murky foes,

Will courage hop and strike with X,

Or does it call just on the mountain top?