That blade returns unto its sheath, Why does his radiance he withhold? His heart makes roots in lightless shade, Soul firm as rains of steel when told.
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All you would show to working men is your crooked crescent lips. Their limbs and their throats just hang by threads, wrapped around your fingertips. I raise my sword as a shield. Harden my soul into steel. Yes, my sword may shatter and explode like daggers, but off of me they'll ricochet right back at you like pouring rain.
Oh, you trap a thousand nameless pawns without cages, without chains. The ones who we lost from your wars we fought were all puppets in your game.
Ah... (I raise my sword.) (Harden my soul.) Ah... (I raise my sword.)
I raise my sword as a shield. Harden my soul into steel. Yes, my sword may shatter and explode like daggers, but off of me they'll ricochet right back at you like pouring... Reign from the iron fists for life is a burden we can't lift. I once had the fight of a radiant knight before I learned that justice may never exist.
Is it all for naught?
Is there use for fighting on?
I raise my sword as a shield. Harden my soul into steel. Yes, my sword may shatter and explode like daggers, but off of me they'll ricochet right back at you like pouring rain.
