The Sentinels



Breathing in the acrid air
Many years we've been here

Walking the land that's scorched
Branded nests we spot get torched

Ever since the day the Dragon rose
Defend the land is what we chose

We stand and we fall
Each of us giving our all

No heroes' tales of us will you hear
But we serve so you'll need not fear

We keep the Branded Horde at bay
By our guns and steel, day for day

Any Legion, any gender
Everyone can be Defender

United we stand
We're the Watchers
of the Brand

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Writing a poem in a foreign language is hard. Tried it anyways.

Very cool piece drawn by my friend Knight, perfectly capturing the mood of what it feels to be standing watch right next to what probably passes as the closest thing Tyria has to hell.
Find Knight's stuff here - https://www.artstation.com/kn1ghtdigital !

Argus Stormseeker, Sentinel Comms Officer, is my GW2 character.