The shadows whisper
Hear the hiss of cold, steel death
Free to dance once more
There are no clouds here
And yet the lightning flashes
And the thunder roars
Traitors, I say once
Hear ye now the sweet deathsongs
While the blood still flows
Steel leaps and dances
My blade and I are one now
For you caused my wrath
My steel is restless
The battle-light fills my eyes
The blade is hungry
Traitors, flee this place!
Else the restless, hungry sword
Will feed upon ye
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