Give me an Army and i will win the war , Give me a Shovel and i will conquer the World.

Know yourself and know your enemy and you will never face defeat , Know yourself but not the enemy and you wil win as often as you will lose , Know neither yourself nor your enemy and you will always lose

Once more unto the breach, dear friends, once more;
Or close the wall up with our Fenrisian dead!
In peace there's nothing so becomes a man
As modest stillness and humility:
But when the blast of war blows in our ears,
Then imitate the action of the tiger;
Stiffen the sinews, summon up the blood,
Disguise fair nature with hard-favoured rage;
Then lend the eye a terrible aspect.
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I see you stand like greyhounds in the slips,
Straining upon the start. The game's afoot;
Follow your spirit: and upon the charge,
CRY! For Russ! Fenris and The AllFather!