But less than death the Legion-Lost became. In their great shame at the end of their battle, Great weapons fell from their grasp. But whispered were they into new wandering, Dark-forged and Taken into shameful embrace, The Legion-Lost gained their name in death. Curse-charged, terror-torn, They raised eyes darkened, then lit with flame, Sword-screaming, rising from purple pyres. Heads aflame, their end was found in endlessness. No more wandering or warring in these lands. The Legion-Lost live as shame and story.