MIKE LEE—
THE BLOOD-FORGED GENERAL
MIKE LEE—
THE
BLOOD-FORGED
GENERAL
MIKE LEE—
THE
BLOOD-FORGED
GENERAL
"IT IS BLOOD THAT BUILDS COMMAND. HONOR IS SHAPED IN FLAME."
"IT IS BLOOD THAT BUILDS COMMAND.
HONOR IS SHAPED IN FLAME."
"IT IS BLOOD THAT
BUILDS COMMAND.
HONOR IS SHAPED IN FLAME."
HIS NAME IS NOT WRITTEN IN PARCHMENT.
IT IS HAMMERED INTO LEGEND WITH IRON AND BLOOD.
HE IS THE IRON COMMANDER,
THE RELENTLESS FIST OF THE KEEPERS OF THE KEY.
HIS FURY IS TEMPERED BY DUTY.
HIS SCARS ARE SCRIPTURE—
EACH MARK A BATTLE SURVIVED,
AN OATH KEPT.
WHERE JOY IS THE CROWN,
MIKE IS THE SHIELD WALL.
HE DOES NOT COMMAND FROM TOWERS.
HE LEADS IN BLOOD AND FLAME,
HIS VOICE A ROAR THAT BENDS THE BATTLEFIELD.
HIS HONOR IS UNCOMPROMISING.
HIS JUSTICE IS MERCILESS.
BETRAYAL IS MET WITH IRON.
COWARDICE IS CLEANSED BY FIRE.
TO FIGHT UNDER HIS BANNER
IS TO BIND YOURSELF TO HIS OATH—
SEALED IN BLOOD,
UNBREAKABLE.
HE IS NOT MERELY A COMMANDER.
HE IS THE IRON THAT TEMPERS THE COVENANT,
THE VOICE THAT SILENCES FEAR,
AND THE WRATH THAT SHATTERS EMPIRES.
HE DOES NOT FALTER.
HE DOES NOT FORGIVE.
HE COMMANDS.
AND THE KEEPERS OBEY IN BLOOD.
HIS NAME IS NOT WRITTEN IN PARCHMENT.
IT IS HAMMERED INTO LEGEND WITH IRON AND BLOOD.
HE IS THE IRON COMMANDER,
THE RELENTLESS FIST OF THE KEEPERS OF THE KEY.
HIS FURY IS TEMPERED BY DUTY.
HIS SCARS ARE SCRIPTURE—
EACH MARK A BATTLE SURVIVED,
AN OATH KEPT.
WHERE JOY IS THE CROWN,
MIKE IS THE SHIELD WALL.
HE DOES NOT COMMAND FROM TOWERS.
HE LEADS IN BLOOD AND FLAME,
HIS VOICE A ROAR THAT BENDS THE BATTLEFIELD.
HIS HONOR IS UNCOMPROMISING.
HIS JUSTICE IS MERCILESS.
BETRAYAL IS MET WITH IRON.
COWARDICE IS CLEANSED BY FIRE.
TO FIGHT UNDER HIS BANNER IS TO
BIND YOURSELF TO HIS OATH—
SEALED IN BLOOD,
UNBREAKABLE.
HE IS NOT MERELY A COMMANDER.
HE IS THE IRON THAT TEMPERS THE COVENANT,
THE VOICE THAT SILENCES FEAR,
AND THE WRATH THAT SHATTERS EMPIRES.
HE DOES NOT FALTER.
HE DOES NOT FORGIVE.
HE COMMANDS.
AND THE KEEPERS OBEY IN BLOOD.
HIS NAME IS NOT
WRITTEN IN PARCHMENT.
IT IS HAMMERED
INTO LEGEND WITH
IRON AND BLOOD.
HE IS THE
IRON COMMANDER,
THE RELENTLESS FIST
OF
THE KEEPERS OF THE KEY.
HIS FURY IS
TEMPERED BY DUTY.
HIS SCARS ARE SCRIPTURE—
EACH MARK A
BATTLE SURVIVED,
AN OATH KEPT.
WHERE JOY IS THE CROWN,
MIKE IS THE SHIELD WALL.
HE DOES NOT
COMMAND FROM TOWERS.
HE LEADS IN
BLOOD AND FLAME,
HIS VOICE A ROAR
THAT BENDS THE
BATTLEFIELD.
HIS HONOR IS
UNCOMPROMISING.
HIS JUSTICE IS
MERCILESS.
BETRAYAL IS MET
WITH IRON.
COWARDICE IS
CLEANSED BY FIRE.
TO FIGHT UNDER
HIS BANNER IS TO
BIND YOURSELF
TO HIS OATH—
SEALED IN BLOOD,
UNBREAKABLE.
HE IS NOT MERELY
A COMMANDER.
HE IS THE IRON
THAT TEMPERS
THE COVENANT,
THE VOICE THAT
SILENCES FEAR,
AND THE WRATH
THAT SHATTERS
EMPIRES.
HE DOES NOT
FALTER.
HE DOES NOT
FORGIVE.
HE COMMANDS.
AND THE KEEPERS
OBEY IN BLOOD.
