Don't listen to the song
It's just a requiem for an old sword
A silver sword turned dark
A greatsword, a broadsword, a sellsword
A soldier's life a king's toy
And traces of blood
The sign of another chance
The silver not shining anymore
Buried under the dark
Succumbed to the way of life

Don't listen to the requiem
Don't cry to it's rhythm
I'm just an old sword
Cry for the mothers
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Not me,
Never me,
My steely heart never deserved a cry