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Furnace is dead, cogs have stopped turning. With all destroyed, my workshop is gone. Against me my own creations he has been using. With everyone killed and dead, I have been left alone. Master of the science of steel, So strong and with a gifted arm, With power so great even, still To evil I could do no harm. I can't fight it Can't beat it Defeat it Can't shield those I have loved with such pride Will the world have respite? I won't rest 'till I make the greatest blade: A sword with the power to tear the skies! The greatest that Man has ever made: One that will bring tears to the gods' eyes. I will steal the essence of the Sun! And with the power of a nova Will imbue it. When it will be done, Then the darkness will be over. I will weld it And mold it And hone it And hold it Hold it ever so tight A sword of burning light! But, still, even with such a lofty sword, How could I fight the evil that has crept Into our lives? No, I must find its true lord: The Hero that the sword will truly accept. I must not succumb to its call, its lure! This sword's destiny must not be tainted By any unworthy hand - to make sure That from evil the world will be mended. I won't steal it Will seal it Conceal it And only reveal it When the time will be right May the stars be my guides... After the longest of journeys, following gods' will, It has finally been revealed, finally been shown: The visage of the metallic daughter of Steel, The only that is worthy for this sword to own. Made by the man who ended all I have loved, With eyes grim, under slavery of the dark, With snideness, back to me my sword she had shoved: "Why shouldn't I melt its greatness for its parts?" Will you refuse it And diffuse it And discard it Disregard it Your duty to wield all of its might To undo the wrong that once was right? Take courage to your heart, fair soldier! And listen to me as I will say it thus: Stand firmly before a mirror and just stare her In the eyes, as those eyes do scream: "Liberate us!" Take the word of an inventor and a swordsmith: Leave the world of comfort where things are nice and fine. In your heart there'll be a fire forever lit, If you will only believe: "The power is mine!" You will fight it And beat it Defeat it Complete the Conquest of your greatest fright You will travail through the night!
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Mar 21, 2016
Mar 21, 2016 at 8:19 PM UTC
SONG OF THE INVENTOR
Furnace is dead, cogs have stopped turning. With all destroyed, my workshop is gone. Against me my own creations he has been using. With everyone killed and dead, I have been left alone. Master of the science of steel, So strong and with a gifted arm, With power so great even, still To evil I could do no harm. I can't fight it Can't beat it Defeat it Can't shield those I have loved with such pride Will the world have respite? I won't rest 'till I make the greatest blade: A sword with the power to tear the skies! The greatest that Man has ever made: One that will bring tears to the gods' eyes. I will steal the essence of the Sun! And with the power of a nova Will imbue it. When it will be done, Then the darkness will be over. I will weld it And mold it And hone it And hold it Hold it ever so tight A sword of burning light! But, still, even with such a lofty sword, How could I fight the evil that has crept Into our lives? No, I must find its true lord: The Hero that the sword will truly accept. I must not succumb to its call, its lure! This sword's destiny must not be tainted By any unworthy hand - to make sure That from evil the world will be mended. I won't steal it Will seal it Conceal it And only reveal it When the time will be right May the stars be my guides... After the longest of journeys, following gods' will, It has finally been revealed, finally been shown: The visage of the metallic daughter of Steel, The only that is worthy for this sword to own. Made by the man who ended all I have loved, With eyes grim, under slavery of the dark, With snideness, back to me my sword she had shoved: "Why shouldn't I melt its greatness for its parts?" Will you refuse it And diffuse it And discard it Disregard it Your duty to wield all of its might To undo the wrong that once was right? Take courage to your heart, fair soldier! And listen to me as I will say it thus: Stand firmly before a mirror and just stare her In the eyes, as those eyes do scream: "Liberate us!" Take the word of an inventor and a swordsmith: Leave the world of comfort where things are nice and fine. In your heart there'll be a fire forever lit, If you will only believe: "The power is mine!" You will fight it And beat it Defeat it Complete the Conquest of your greatest fright You will travail through the night!
Written from 13th to 22nd of March 1E 2016. Dedicated to K.F.
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Mar 21, 2016
Mar 21, 2016 at 8:19 PM UTC
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