no wonder how easy and cheaply we fall to his dark wiles , eighty years ago beyond the sinaren river nigh farkburg , andron of maul and fark of mythia , the twin lords fell side by side in battle when all fled , today we sang of them and wish that one day our names would be called in such mighty songs , but it will never be achieved by such faintheartedness that would only end in we groveling at the feet of a foe who has no interest in prisoners of men .