From August, 2016…
The word lights the fire that forges the sword.
Your will is the hammer.
Your blood fills the mold.
Your life is a battle,
Outcome foretold.
It speaks through your eyes, it’s written in your blade.
Your fate relies on the weapon you’ve made.
If you find your soul lacking desire,
Take your weapon back to the fire.
Smite that old sword, throw it into the gorge.
Pull down the word and relight the forge.
When your molten soul cools and hardens once more,
Raise high your new blade and charge to the fore.
You will fall in battle
Your story will be heard
Your myth becomes legend
The legend is the word.