spin the holster and see my shine as part i am
of the twenty swordsmen
lick my blade oh unfortunate tongue as who you were
my prey
fearsome eyes and masks of steel
still i slash through you, i am the seventh sword
my sins were never there im just a tool,
of only time may tell of death
i am just a tool of reckless men
who cut open your hearts and call it deed
my hilt be hold by thousand murderers
and yet i am a saint
my edge has tasted so many necks and so be
my creation
my heart remains as pure though I have slain a million
- andulian of aragorn's torso
confessions of a dog soldier
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