SWORD

SWORD

 

AT THE END OF MY SWORD

HANGS THE SHAPNESS OF THE WORD 

A SAYING CAN BE AS SHARP AS MY KNIFE

AS THE SCREAMING OF A WIFE

SOFTLY THE BLADE WILL CUT THE MEAT

LANGUAGE COULD BE MISTREAT

HANDLED WITHOUT ANY SENCE

THE EFFECTS ARE SO IMMENCE

IMORTALS WILL NEVER WALK THIS EARTH

WHAT YOU SAID DID REALLY HURT

MY HEART WAS CUT OUT OF MY CHEST

AFTER ALL THOSE FIGHTS I CANNOT FIND ANY REST

THE BLOOD FLOWS FROM YOUR VAINS

I HOPE IT WILL LEAVE NO STAINS

RED IS ALL I SEE AND FEEL

THE WORLD IS NOT FOR REAL

WHEN I ENTER YOUR BODY THIS WAY 

WHAT ELSE CAN I SAY

IT IS MY INTENTION TO BRING YOU FAR FROM HERE

TO THE HEAVENS AND FESTIVALS WITH BEER

WE ARE WARRIORS FROM INSIDE

ARE WINS AND LOSSES CARRY WITH PRIDE

NEVER WILL SURRENDER

IN LOVE WE ARE SO TENDER

BRING HONOR FROM THE BATTLEFIELD

BLOOD LEAKING FROM MY ARMOR SHIELD

AS A MAN NEVER FLED FROM ANY FIGHT

I WILL MAKE YOU FEEL A WOMAN FOR TONIGHT

Arnaud van der Veere