Since you can't read the poem I typed very well from the photo it reads: From the depths of hell, the blood and ashes from the battlefields, there rides a clan that rises to defend these Faeon lands.The Cavalry, with the strength of a dragon; powerful strong and brave. The heart of a lion, wild and untamed. The wisdom of a wise old owl, loyal and true, all of these things are who we are through and through.From the break of dawn, to the darkest of night, we rise from the dust, we fight the fight...