What invention is held so very dear here?
Formations marched to turn the tide is great true!
Instinct instilled to carry out the orders?
Still something greater.
Grander than Cindermoths in flight it is held,
This simple staple loved by all soldiers Kel
More than their guns, their hawks and ashen banners
Is just the kimchi
Yes! Kimchi fermented well, and served with rice
This sour spicy pickled cabbage wins wars
As armies march upon their stomachs hunger
Stock well the kimchi
Yes, from the smell, the taste, the color so red,
Wars are fought, and soldiers bled while ashhawks burn
Longer than violins, brighter than gun’s flash,
All thanks to kimchi.
Yes dear general mark these words quite well and learn
That your ashhawk men will loyally fight on,
Against the traitor, the monster, tempest strong
For love of Kimchi