Queen Of Swords

She emerges from the dark
A glint of steel, a deadly spark
In diamond eyes. Beware her gaze
Is said to burn before it slays.

A crunch of bones beneath her heel
And she will crave her due
Her hand now beckons you to kneel
Declaring that you're true to.

The Queens of Swords, Lady of the Blade
Mistress of Truth and Pain
The Queens of Swords, Lady of the Blade
Avengers of the Sane
The Queen of Swords.

The chiaroscuro of the night
Obscures the mayhem of the fight
A stench of wounds, a crimson flood
Where boys turn men, baptized in blood.

Whispers of victory's rewards
Pay homage to her lust
As iron sings its fatal chords
Warrior, obey and trust.

No looking back, I'm caught by the tide
See my mirror's crack, from side to side.

Three strokes of duty to your land
Your weapon sheathed in her hand
Desire laid bare, clean, hard and crude
Your manhood trapped in servitude.

As death descends, you lose your fear
Her vassal you remain
Ever to workship and be near
Who made you come again.