The Blade Chose Me

six thousand years ago
 i felt the icy glow
 a blade so powerful
 it showed me in my mind where i should go
 to seek it out and claim my rightful throne
 set out, i
 to go collect it, try
 to stop me failing time
 and time again you just don't get it
 you can't win the blade chose me not you
 now i can't lose
 smite with might my enemies
 remove their heads and hands
 steal all their identities
 and set fire to their lands
 syphon all their energy
 to feed my endless hordes
 thousands upon thousands flee
 or else die by my sword
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 and i want more
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 long how i have waited
 now it's time to rule again
 my failures past most dated
 i'd power much lesser then
 headed on
 to battle therions
 who guard the sword i want
 the one that roused my ancient slumber
 like i said, the blade chose me
 your chance has come and gone
 victory impending flawlessly
 forming my dynasty
 by claiming everything i see
 the blade chose me this weapon set me free
 smite with might my enemies
 remove their heads and hands
 steal all their identities
 and set fire to their lands
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 die by my hand