This was my father's sword
A symbol of faith and trust
"Beware" he told me "The edge is sharp,
but use it for good and not for bad"
They took him away and I feel lost
But now it's time... I will avenge him at all cost...
He trained me well he taught me everything that I know
All the time he was there to watch me grow strong
I remember every time that I had a fall
He was there to help me stand tall
One rainy day the river started changing too red
From the blood of our people that where floating dead
The other tribes invaded our land and our home
What we had the good memories are now all gone
I've watched my father on his home merciless to slay
All those around him, fighting, screaming and pray
Every night I hope this nightmare will be gone when I'll wake
And my sword will avenge him no matter what will take
"Stand up my son, now it's time to go and fight"
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