Swords

Oh! this vessel is broken – broken shattered and torn
Seen battles death foretold – we rise to hold the sword
Arms though crippled and broken – reach to wield the sword
That my father’s fathers had forged – rise to hold – the sword

When you are old – body is wasted
Think on this day – glory you tasted
Warriors life – glorious death
Optic skygar – the sword

Feel divine transformation – ascension to planes beyond whole
A temblor – hand of ruin
A servant to shadows no more

Souls like fingers are clinging
As mist embraces the moor
Like my father’s fathers before
Headless into – the swarm

When you are old – body is wasted
Think on this day – glory you tasted
Warriors life – glorious death
Rise into – the swarm