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The Sword - Bathory




this sword of steel that i hold in my hand
ore of this mountain. a sword of this land.
made for a king when the elders were young.
to guard us and to guide us in an age since long gone.

a sword to protect the peace in troubled times.
a sword made to battle and to take a life.

this sword is the backbone of the life that i know.
here among the mountains and snow.

this sword will be one with me. body and soul.
all of me will be delivering each blow.
slung on my back. oh it's powers i feel.
i can hardly wait to try it's steel.

a sword to protect the peace in troubled times.
a sword made to battle and to take a life.

this sword is the backbone of the life that i know.
here among the mountains and snow.

behold it's sharp beauty. just look at it's shine.
this sword was forged in fire and ice.

this sword is the backbone of the life that i know.
here among the mountains and snow.

now i am ready
to let this old sword sing again.

atop a snowcovered hill...
just before sunset...

["waiting atop a snowcovered hill
the two standing silent

facing the]
[sunset in the west. the one eyed old man mumbling strange
words into the]
[cold air. the haze spreading fast across the purple and blue
vault. the]
[winds taking up speed
bending the trees down the valley

throwing the snow]
[crystals up and against the mountainside into gigantic sparkling
clouds]
[high in the sky. the voice of the one eyed old man becoming
stronger. the]
[words now spoken with increased intensity as if he was calling
someone or]
[something. and so a hazy white figure appears on the horizon

blazing]
[across the sky with the speed of the winds... a part of the
wind. a horse]
[as white as snow
galopping across the mist
its eight hooves
blistering]
[like bolts of lightning. the one eyed old man crying out
loud in the blaze]
[to him
to take its reins and not to let go.]
[and thus he had been given the stallion..."]

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