The Blade Of Black Fire
Back in the time when the world was pure When warriors sought glory and power Lived a warrior god commanding steel Had a dream he would wield a blade of black fire The blacksmith of gods fired his furnace The red glowing brimstone gave him the power On the anvil of might, by the sun`s holy light He forged a great sword called the blade of black fire The warrior god took his new weapon Clashed down on his foes with great haste and power A victorious flight, as he rode through the night The sky burning red from the blade of black fire As the twilight of gods fell upon the earth The warrior god began to lose power As weaker he grew and death fell upon him Entombed with the god lies the blade of black fire Milleniums passed, the world was changing Nature has crumbled under man`s power The earth quaked, fire burned and hail was falling The tremors revealed the blade of black fire Humanity dying, cities in ruins Death walks the earth with nuclear power Searching the ruins of an old mausoleum A young warrior found the blade of black fire Ensnaring his mind and stealing his toughts The sword gave the warrior unnatural power For the soul of the god who wielded this sword Was sleeping within the blade of black fire The warrior stood alone in the field Posessed by the god, enslaved by his power Awaiting a foe with cannons and guns With no arms at all but the blade of black fire An army against him. Soldiers and tanks Rolling towards him with unstoppable power He`s standing his ground with flames in his heart Releasing the force of the blade of black fire With thundering force the battle begins The clash of the army with the god`s endless power Bending the steel and ripping the flesh Scorching inside them is the blade of black fire Blood mixes with sand, that mixes with oil They could not withstand the god`s awsome power The army is dead. The warrior stands Such is the force of the blade of black fire The curse has been broken, the soul of the chosen Succumbs to the god, ensnared by his power Reborn from his ashes the wargod now clashes United once more with his blade of black fire
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Pirattyca
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