By My Sword

I have sheathed my sword long time ago
my eyes had gone weary of the destruction it could bring
a metal too powerful, too lustful for the blood of another being.
Yet it saved my life more than once.

We are one, my sword and I
Lightning was a name aptly given
for upon wielding the powerful blade, I am confident
it strikes so fast and moves in my hand with ease.

It has been half a century since I held it in my hand
It rests on its sheath, hidden from prying eyes save mine
and with its constant humming and stirring
I know the time for its return is at hand.

Darkness is again creeping in these lands
Those spawns of the devil never resting or giving up
Even when they can take my life, there is no end to their pursuit
Until their greed is satisfied, their hunger for blood is quenched.

And once again I knelt, my heart searching the Most High
for by His grace alone will I defeat the enemy of ages past
and I will answer the call again, with Lightning by my sword arm
and by the strength of the Most High, I will fight and be victorious.