Song Of The Black Sword

Against the horizon stands

The dark commander's shape

Detachedly he beholds

The army swarming on the low plateau

The shrieking note of his sword

Vibrates through dimensions and time

Impending the implacable fate

The blade rises, the end begins.

At his final sign - War shall be

Command of Death

Watch the blade rise - to the sky

The Sword of Doom!

Unbeknownst to them,

Soldiers are ordered to die

The wind reaps lives on the field

As the dark blade defies the sun

The world to and end

The blade slowly gets lowered

When you're Fate's Eyes and Voice,

The bearing the Sword in not a choice.

At his final sign - War has been

Command of Death

The blade now forced into the ground

The Sword Of Doom!