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

the holy balancer

grief not ye lost souls who lost your humanity,
i shall purify your darkest vengeance
do not be lost o humanity that be enslaved in your freedom of life
i will be your only solace

speak to me in your forsaken language of love
so i may destroy and annihilate any of your emotions
sing to me in your enchanted melody
so i may dischord your joy and laughter

i am the holy balancer
i am your brother dear
i am your darkest fear
i am your only lover

my only creation of misery
has proved you to be the lasting adversary
when you stood up to me
and said that you loved me

i am but the holy balancer.
i reverse your sins to love
i nullify your forgiveness to hate
and i turn your regrets to happiness

leave you i should and kill you i would
my sense of time repeats itself
on this everlasting cycle of agony
and my weary soul that has no heartbeat

my wings faded the night to day
and my clamoring voice shall wake the sun
just to hear you cry
when you see my alluring eyes

my eyes, my sinful eyes
my voice, my wretched voice
my face, behind my eternal mask of bliss
my heart, which yearns your darkest kiss

and i am sorry for all that has been lost.
and i am sorry for being created
the holy balancer
of love and hate

- saffira the accursed holy balancer