Shadows Cast by No Salute

Only the heroes taste success,

Only they can taste defeat.

But all the while, we're forgotten,

Bodies trampled under feet.

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Wave after wave, we fling ourselves,

To our foe's mighty gates.

Sword and bow and cannon fire,

And siege giants irate.

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Treated like fodder as heroes clash,

Even knights get more acclaim.

For what are we but mere minions,

Fight and die without fame?

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So "victory," the realm lord says,

While I'm left in the dust.

Body slowly bleeding out,

Armour turning to rust.

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I know I'll die, will be forgot,

And none shall be forlorn.

For all fame goes to our masters,

The "Heroes of the Storm."