Answer:
The eight of us move forth and back. To protect our king from the foes attack.
Soldiers line up spaced with pride. Two long rows lined side by side. One sole unit can decide, if the rows will unite or divide.
It comes only before, it comes only after. Rises only in darkness, but rises only in light. It is always the same, but is yet always different.
What kinds of men are always above board?
Always old, sometimes new. Never sad, sometimes blue. Never empty, sometimes full. Never pushes, always pulls.
What is so fragile that saying its name breaks it?