twenty swords

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