blood brothers - a request

There are quiet times,
In the face of deadly foes,
We steel ourselves with martial rhymes,
and face the joys and woes.

But in the torrent of our blood,
to our friends abscond,
Kinship when knee deep in mud,
sings to a deeper bond.

And together you face the wrath,
and with tears bloody laughter,
sometimes they dwell another path,
then the one you are looking after,

But it is the path of life,
Blood brothers may have to part.
Closer than to some wife.
Nearer to the heart.

For few know what's in store.
Palms slit, vows made.
That the brothers made in war.
Oaths never be betrayed.

So the time now is soon,
When in battle shields and blades break,
SO high they bleed the moon.
Tied until our very wake.