Lyric The Sword

An icy cave in a mountain...
Bright morning...

"At the one eyed old man s request, he walks into an icy cave lighting up
its inside with a torch. Finding what he has been told to look for, a
wooden box containing a five foot long object wrapped up in bear s fur, he
brings the object back to the one eyed old man. Upon unwrapping the fur,
the long sharp blade of the sword catches the beams of the sun and a sigh
is heard across the sky.
And thus he was granted The Sword..."

This sword of steel that I hold in my hand
Ore of this mountain. A sword of this land.
Made for a king when the elders were young.
To guard us and to guide us in an age since long gone.

A sword to protect the peace in troubled times.
A sword made to battle and to take a life.

This sword is the backbone of the life that I know.
Here among the mountains and snow.

This sword will be one with me. Body and soul.
All of me will be delivering each blow.
Slung on my back. Oh it s powers I feel.
I can hardly wait to try it s steel.

A sword to protect the peace in troubled times.
A sword made to battle and to take a life.

This sword is the backbone of the life that I know.
Here among the mountains and snow.

Behold it s sharp beauty. Just look at it s shine.
This sword was forged in fire and ice.

This sword is the backbone of the life that I know.
Here among the mountains and snow.

Now I am ready
To let this old sword sing again.