oh this vessel is broken – broken shattered and torn
seen battles death foretold – we rise to hold the sword
arms though crippled and broken – reach to wield the sword
that my father's fathers had forged – rise to hold – the sword
when you are old – body is wasted
think on this day – glory you tasted
warriors life – glorious death
Optic Skygar – the Sword
feel divine transformation – ascension to planes beyond whole
a temblor – hand of ruin
a servant to shadows no more
souls like fingers are clinging
as mist embraces the moor
like my father's fathers before
headless into – the swarm
when you are old – body is wasted
think on this day – glory you tasted
warriors life – glorious death
Rise into – the swarm
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