| 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 |