A live shaped by a wish
A wish to die
Wisdom
comes from its steel
Mastered by our king
Called by forces beyond the earth
Chained as a slave
Raw strength
Gathered in its soul
Black is the mind
A journey< br/>The crossroads is night
Now begins the journey to death
The purpose of the weapon
Fulfilled by a hand
Weapons the power
Celebrating the win
Lighting up a bong
Now celebrating the grindstone

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