Answer:
The eight of us go forth not back to protect our king from a foes attack.
They're big and yet so far away, We see them at the end of day. They're small and they're above. We see them when we close our eyes, Each time we are in love.
Soldiers fight it but never changes.
The edge of earth and bread.
What breaks in the water but never on land?
When is it bad luck to see a black cat?