I hear the clash of swords
I see the blood from wounds
I smell the tinge of battle
how it rages for many moons
Every move is calculated,
it's amusing just to watch
Twist and turn like in a dance
it's a little deathmatch.
Someone made a wrong move
he falls to the ground, dead
The winner beams, smiles, and then
lops off the loser's head.
I see the blood from wounds
I smell the tinge of battle
how it rages for many moons
Every move is calculated,
it's amusing just to watch
Twist and turn like in a dance
it's a little deathmatch.
Someone made a wrong move
he falls to the ground, dead
The winner beams, smiles, and then
lops off the loser's head.
