Sword

Iron, vanadium and chrome

digged from the depth of Mother Earth

Hardened in the infernal fire

of blacksmith's forge


The blade polished in the hands of the weapon-maker

The handle crafted from the finest bronze

The scabbord perfected with the skin of deadliest snake

Blessed by the holiest prayers of the war priest



The swing of the sword glorifies this moment

The beautiful motion of death



Kill the beast, my shiny sword of destruction

Kill the spirit, my tainted sword of clarity

Kill the demon, my divine sword of liberation

Kill the god, my pagan sword of power



This young fighter, with his new tool of terror

The pride he feels is insurmountable

Hearing the lamentation of dying men is his sincere hope

He erects his swooshing sword in the position of mastery, control and power


The swing of the sword glorifies this moment

The beatiful motion of death



Torn open tens of chest armours

Penetrated throbbing hearts in the heat of the battle

Removed heads hanging high from their vibrant torsos

Escorted many innocent young men to the gates of hell



Kill the beast, my shiny sword of destruction

Kill the spirit, my tainted sword of clarity


Kill the demon, my divine sword of liberation

my sword, my sword

Kill the god, my pagan sword of power

my sword, my sword


Hung as a symbol of dedication in my home

Served in the ritual for thirsty warriors

Given as a pledge of honour to the kin of the brave

Stood as a cross of hope on my Northern grave

my sword, my sword



Kill the beast, my shiny sword of destruction

Kill the spirit, my tainted sword of clarity

Kill the demon, my divine sword of liberation

Kill the god, my pagan sword of power