3-0 Sweep and fanboy tears shall be so in use And dreadful proxies so familiar That live reporters shall but smile when they behold Their avengers quarter'd with the hands of war; All pity choked with rax, 'rine, bunker: And Berserker's spirit, ranging for revenge, Yo Hwan by his side come hot from hell, Shall in these confines with an Emperor's voice Cry 'Havoc,' and let slip the dogs of war; That this foul deed shall smell above the earth With Rolster kongs, groaning for burial.
3-0 Sweep and fanboy tears shall be so in use And dreadful proxies so familiar That live reporters shall but smile when they behold Their avengers quarter'd with the hands of war; All pity choked with rax, 'rine, bunker: And Berserker's spirit, ranging for revenge, Yo Hwan by his side come hot from hell, Shall in these confines with an Emperor's voice Cry 'Havoc,' and let slip the dogs of war; That this foul deed shall smell above the earth With Rolster kongs, groaning for burial.
Sorry but I was never into poetry so I don`t actually know what is it referring to. (troll :D)