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Schörde
My chords become swordsTiny little bladesFloating around in the airThey’re made out of pure soundDirected towards my enemiesWhich come at me in hordesI point and I prayI get on my kneesI plead with the lordNot to be seizedThe lord is not pleasedBut he grants my requestSo off with my headAnd now I can restFor I…
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My Sword Has Your Name On It
I know all about your tricks you see. You don’t scare me, No you don’t scare me. You can pummel me with your kicks. But I’ll still be able to make you plee, As your life is mine. Yeah your life is mine, Soul and all. I’ll feast on and dine. I draw my sword,…