• With blade in hand we fight our wars,
    with no fear and no remorse,
    We fell our foes all around,
    Their blood staining the ground.

    We draw our blades and move on out,
    and the crows and vultures gather round,
    They squak and caw and screech aloud,
    And take flight in a monstrous cloud.

    Until one day we found a lord,
    Holding out a broken sword,
    No edge or tip to bring us down,
    We charge across the battle ground.

    He whirls and swings,
    His sword sings,
    We all fall to the ground,
    Beaten broken and thrown around.

    He stands forth and says
    that even though we haven't bled
    he still has won,
    against our strongest sons.

    let this be the lesson today,
    That even with a broken blade,
    And the hounds of war on their way,
    That you can win the day.