The Fourth King - Fourth King's Sword (Locrian)
It was forged by the moonlightBlack as night, markless blade
Without shining, without bright
Light as a feather, the best one ever made
It was forged for the fourth king
To guard the realm and his men
Imparting justice sword in hand
Regardless what the bards can sing
The sword that rules the unrighteous world
Getting rid of the impure people
The sword that reigns with Straightness and blood
Cutting off the bad weed from the root
The sword that won the battle of north
Slicing fleets from stern to prow
The Sword that dictates the sentence is
The same sword that executes it
Every death caused by its sharpened blade
It's a note written with blood in his song
Watching the tempo of locrian's thrust
Making a melody with each lunge
The silence of corpses and cries of the dead
Matching together they form perfect chords
Killing is art by the sword of the king
Locrian's creating the ultimate masterpiece
It was wielded by the fourth king
Never lost its sharpened edge
No defeat in its existence
Tons of numbers on its count of dead
Made to kill without a warning
Soundless hack unseen blade
Dead before you ever notice
The fourth king is behind your shade
Doing the work of an assasin
Killing children women and men
Cleans the realm from injustice
No matter in what form this emerges
And when the king exhales for the last time
The sword will last past the end
Searching for a new bearer
To continue what the fourth king began
The sword that rules the unrighteous world
Getting rid of the impure people
The sword that reigns with Straightness and blood
Cutting off the bad weed from the root
The sword that won the battle of north
Slicing fleets from stern to prow
The Sword that dictates the sentence is
The same sword that executes it
Every death caused by its sharpened blade
It's a note written with blood in his song
Watching the tempo of locrian's thrust
Making a melody with each lunge
The silence of corpses and cries of the dead
Matching together they form perfect chords
Killing is art by the sword of the king
Locrian's creating the ultimate masterpiece
The sword that rules the unrighteous world
Getting rid of the impure people
The sword that reigns with Straightness and blood
Cutting off the bad weed from the root
The sword that won the battle of north
Slicing fleets from stern to prow
The Sword that dictates the sentence is
The same sword that executes it
The sword that ends with the greatest ones
From the scorpion to the merc lovers
The sword that ended the Jiudus clan
For a conflict of interest
The sword that proves the power of gore
Can govern above anything else
The sword that makes music by death
It's name is locrian from the fourth king
Written by:
Nils Steinmann
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