Paroles de 'Swordsong for a Swordsman' par Web of Wyrd

"Violence is the last refuge of the
incompetent"
-Salvor Hardin

This is my swordsong for all swordsmen
drawn to meet each blow
May mettle versus metal
lay it down that no more blood shalt flow
Mighty knight in shiny armour,
brave and honour'd warrior,
reverent at the court before the
king, queen and the sorcerer,
- gests the jester made, by far outdaring thee
Face at last thy final battle,
one true worthy challenger
Break thy blade, kneel and unbonnet,
surrender to the Peacemaker,
- penitent, repentent with dignominy
A Nightmare's Dream - Phalanx
Of worries was my bed last night
not feather, down nor even straw
There grovled I in this dike of a dream
with a storm eye to eye in awe
Raged out of a weald came a
coach four-in-hand
Outrage to wield follow'd many a man
At the reins sat the devil grinning
- the ghastliest sight I saw

The prey never knew when
the hunters near drew
In for the kill, just for a thrill
Not much of a wolfpack,
rather like lice
More reminicent not
of man but mice

He can not think who can but fight
- Instinct hath kill'd conscience
To build is harder than tear down
- Mindless violence over sence

Hark - the song that be my sword
Stand - and take its every chord
The innocent be knight'd whilst
the guilty shan't escape their trials
Feel - thy every victim's pain
Bow - never to rise again

In my swordsong for all swordsmen
let it thus be known;
When the meek their world inherit
thou shalt reap as thou hast sown
Psychopathic serial-killer,
child molester, tormentor,
rapist, racist and retard'd,
homophobic torturer
- bacteria and amoebae outrank thee in worth
When we lock thee in the dungeons
my treat's to lower the key
and declare the hour of deliverance
sith thou ne'er again be free
- Lack we thy kind live we on a better earth

A Nightmare's Dream - Bellum
To terror my bed now was turn'd
not worries, ghast nor awe
as wide awake I stared at a nightmare
no dream ever saw
Less heart, twisted mind
'limbs of satan' there lined
Heartless they twist'd the limbs on mankind
Spill'd the guts of women and children,
- gorged upon the gore

An innocent victim judged by the kind
who prolong with their fist
what is absent in mind
None be born evil but
some are taught well
and make others eat
what they were fed in hell

A beaten father beat his son
- and war rages in playground
Revenge, vendetta, holocaust
- Eye for eye, pound for pound

Hark - the song that be my sword
Stand - and take its every chord
The innocent be knight'd whilst
the guilty shan't escape their trials
Feel - thy every victim's pain
Bow - never to rise again

Fly the dove
When neighbour fight neighbour
and child hurt child,
fly, find an olive for me
Fly above
riot and tumult, battery, war,
disregard and misery
Fly my dove

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Worst Case Scenario
(of Brain and Brawn)
In terror kneels a soldier,
some civilans argue still
The sound of sirens echo out in space
As missiles reach well plotted targets
mankind vanishes without a trace
../

Fly the dove
When neighbour fight neighbour
and child hurt child,
fly, find an olive for me
Fly above
riot and tumult, battery, war,
disregard and misery
Fly my dove
for passion, compassion
and humanity,
fly, find an olive for me
Fly for love