Keepers of the Game

For this we stand and hearts we wear, upon our sleeves we know no dread. We rest alone yet share this love, the beautiful game with our army, our blood. With arms outstretched body twisted and torn, we pray for a fingertip to shield us in this war. As the shot skips wide and we clash with our foes, this battle is won as we rise up for more. This life we have chosen, the soldiers of our game, the generals of our clan, the drivers of our faint. So if you opt to take part in this combat we so love, please have no faint of heart for us keepers we have none.