Sons of Zamorak! My brothers. I see in your eyes the same fear that would take the heart of me. A day may come when the courage of the Acolytes fails, when we forsake our friends and break all bonds of fellowship, but it is not this day. An hour of wolves and shattered shields when the Age of Chaos comes crashing down, but it is not this day! This day we fight! By all that you hold dear on this good earth, I bid you stand, Men of Zamorak!
But the war is lost, there is no longer any hope for victory. The only thing we can do is try and collect as much tears as possible to ensure that our Lord has enough power to not be totally annihilated. We no long fight for victory, we are struggling to fight for our survival and with each passing day as Saradomins powers continually grow the hope of this will fade as well.