Out of the fires of brimstone and hell,
Came the sword of old for heaven to dwell;
The steaming singe from the red hot quench,
Here in the world to relieve sin's death stench.
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It was forged from metal of the magic kind,
Refined of brilliant steel and special kind;
It's blade so sharp to cut through mesh,
Or chain and plate mail, leather and flesh.
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It gleamed like lightning in every swing,
Flashing and dancing as a breathing thing;
It was designed to serve but knew one master,
To protect from danger the maiden he was after.
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Lost in a world of eternal wilderness,
Rises the wielder in infinite holiness;
As the dragon inhaled to blast his breath,
He's pierced through the side to his final death.
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Many a man who sought such mortal tale,
Lost as fable was told, in stories on mountain vale;
Now the truth revealed through years of cold,
God holds high triumphantly the sword of old.
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Good speed my man in which you fight,
The battle you fought the right for light;
As they all rose to meet heaven forever,
The sword of truth the judgment whether.
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Signed,
The hilt of jewels.
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