This sword of steel that I hold in my hand
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Ore of this mountain. A sword of this land.
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Made for a king when the elders were young.
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To guard us and to guide us in an age since long gone.
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A sword to protect the peace in troubled times.
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A sword made to battle and to take a life.
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This sword is the backbone of the life that I know.
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Here among the mountains and snow.
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This sword will be one with me. Body and soul.
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All of me will be delivering each blow.
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Slung on my back. Oh it's powers I feel.
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I can hardly wait to try it's steel.
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A sword to protect the peace in troubled times.
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A sword made to battle and to take a life.
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This sword is the backbone of the life that I know.
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Here among the mountains and snow.
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Behold it's sharp beauty. Just look at it's shine.
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This sword was forged in fire and ice.
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This sword is the backbone of the life that I know.
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Here among the mountains and snow.
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Now I am ready
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To let this old sword sing again.
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Atop a snowcovered hill...
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Just before sunset...
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["Waiting atop a snowcovered hill, the two standing silent, facing the]
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[sunset in the west. The one eyed old man mumbling strange words into the]
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[cold air. The haze spreading fast across the purple and blue vault. The]
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[winds taking up speed, bending the trees down the valley, throwing the snow]
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[crystals up and against the mountainside into gigantic sparkling clouds]
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[high in the sky. The voice of the one eyed old man becoming stronger. The]
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[words now spoken with increased intensity as if he was calling someone or]
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[something. And so a hazy white figure appears on the horizon, blazing]
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[across the sky with the speed of the winds... a part of the wind. A horse]
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[as white as snow, galopping across the mist, its eight hooves blistering]
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[like bolts of lightning. The one eyed old man crying out loud in the blaze]
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[to him, to take its reins and not to let go.]
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[And thus he had been given The Stallion..."]
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The Sword
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