to you I ask you to For once be your own lord Come with me Be part of my Ballad of the swords A sudden clash Where swords were drawn Was the beginning
?Some find their death by sword and bullet, and some by fluids down the gullet.? [Thomas Rowlandson 1816] Open your eyes in an ice cold room Wake up
swords bloodred were swung I say to you I ask you to For once be your own lord Come with me Be part of my Ballad of the swords A sudden clash Where swords