I gleamed where senators once tread, A silent witness to the dead. In Rome’s great heart, I played my part, a weapon swift that pierced the heart. By hands once sworn to loyal trust, I brought down Caesar to the dust. What am I?

This title from nearly four decades past, was meant to be a company's last. Four warriors of light sent out by their king, to defeat chaos and peace to the world bring.

I sound like I belong on an ear of corn I look like I belong in early US history But I am a word that belongs in the army

I have no face, yet I watch all. I speak no words, but I heed no call. I cannot stop, I will not stay, I march forever, night and day. I heal, I break, I build, I fade I end all kings and toys once made.

They walk over; they walk under; in times of war they burn asunder