The Grandest Of All Blades

Machines spitting fire
Commands are unchained from desire
Hardened by the hammerstrike
Withstanding all of time with pur
Precision, pace, machine gun fire
Coldness inbuilt to rule empires
Hawks of steel with eyes of endless patience
Modesty, grand key to survival
Key to survival, heartlessness
Grand pillar, inhaling the storms of the world.

Machines, trampling down
The narrow path to be wide as a field
Breaking ice, hellish blaze alike
Hearts replaced by clockworks.
Never to fail...

No need for enemies
As long as mind, as flesh is weak...

So shall the needles fuel the demons
To whisper the myth of
A stable existence
Is nowhere near to be found on the shaking blade
Path over mountain tops
Luring the sick into hell.

For it is us, walking time upon the silver blade
The luring stars guide the way on towards doom
It is up those nights to crown the kings or tke it all
Bare flesh on poisned steel, intoxication, then the fall
Once in a while, a bonfire in the distance far
Never close enough to reach, however worth the leap.

For it is us, walking time upon the silver blade
The luring stars guide the way on towards doom
It is up those nights to crown the kings or tke it all
Despairing of a million miles of bloodshed
Hunter, this is your call...