The Blade

 The blade Yes, the blade I hang Over pulsing blood veins Which beat in vain For yes, there is nothing to gain In a wretched body slain But the soul The soul is free Free to flee this disenchanted world A life sold To one so bold He-he as me to hang the knife Shiny gleaming cold and singing Against the skin With slim blade ringing Ringing songs of death But what if i, you may ask it Tonight I lie inside the casket The blade The blade so sweet Tonight we sleep With The blade Yes the blade, The one we hang But in the soul We will never be whole Till we see the blade. No fate awaits Our souls will fly As the body dies The blade is the one, Once it’s song is sung We all sit under But won’t it be funner Yes, to hold the blade As darkness fades Yes, yes, as our soul is made Free, free of life, then laid Laid into the ground Feel the blade