Quest for the Cube - Barn Burner

This quest starts with a grain of sand ground up just before it can fall

trampled under foot by the legions willing to

Crawl

A feat of strength, a test of will, a tradition lost;

on nothing but bread and

water, even worse, nothing at all

We are, we were conquerors first

Decades are safe, always be free

We follow lights in hopes we’ll find this cube of

Glory, this quest of life

They’ll fall behind, they’ll starve and die on this quest of glory,

this cube of life

For this we will not wait for the sun

Patience was lost before the riddle was solved

What will satisfy this thirst, what will fill our

Guts?

Losing battles, crushed by war, slaughter for fun