Ancient men with great skill wrought
as fame and glory were what they sought
They carefully hammered and skillfully forged
Weapons with which they fiercely fought
the king's sword was rightly made
a lordly and a knightly blade
foes will find its sight unkind
thus it's name will never fade
it slashed at mail, it pierced scale
it shone bright while foes went pale
it was fierce, it craved to pierce
once upon swords, it shattered them frail
And so the king rode to war
In lands unknown and realms far
To places dark where wild men bark
where the skies have no moon and star
once the day of battle came
man knew not face nor name
he knew only how to fight
both for glory and for fame
Horns blew as swords glowed bright
arrows flew and their shadows blocked light
the field became a dwelling for death
as grim dark birds were rounding their flight
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