Many years ago, lost in times and memories of our past, a group of doomed souls, damned to wonder the nights for eternity, gathered in the darkest corner of an underground bar. Years got away as fast as the wind blows the sand away from the shores, and the wooden beer kegs kept running back and forth in the hands of this thirsty knights.
Nowadays, "La Orden de los Fiesteros" [The Order of the Partymen] is alive and growing, will never sucumb, never in this era. It will never get "old" because their soul is pure and strong, filled with the adventures of hundreds and some poetry. Their singers and composers play to its glory and fortune, the memories from their past are nothing but bar fights compared to the sea wars about to be disputed. We still have couraje and dreams, and we will never retreat, no matter our many, many springs.
No matter the results, we know we are straight to our beliefs during battle, and by that we are inmortals. Our swords will always cut, our shields will overcome the attacks, and our heart will beat as the cannons make themselves a victory.
Even in our death, our souls will prevail against time, The Order shall live forever, untill the final blood drop fells, untill the last memory dies, and we'd managed that never to happen...
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