I'll join the bandwagon at take a stab at writing a song for the Azracs.

[b]Never Flee[/b]

"The green fields, they wither,
the sweetest dates rot and turn bitter.
All things must have an end,
even the sea and its glitter.

Horses die, and 
Brothers die,
We ourselves die.

Yet the wisest amongst us know what never dies:

The Glory of the soldiers Dead,
the Guilt of those who fled."

Turned out more like a poem.