The Sword

An icy cave in a mountain...
Bright morning...

["At the one eyed old man's request, he walks into an icy cave lighting up]
[its inside with a torch. Finding what he has been told to look for, a]
[wooden box containing a five foot long object wrapped up in bear's fur, he]
[brings the object back to the one eyed old man. Upon unwrapping the fur,]
[the long sharp blade of the sword catches the beams of the sun and a sigh]
[is heard across the sky.]
[And thus he was granted The Sword..."]




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.