Bathory

This sword of steel that I hold in my hand
Ore of this mountain.A sword of his land
Made for the king when the elders were young
Tu guard us and to guide us in an age since long gone
A sword to protect the peace in troubled times
A sword made to battle and to take a life
This sword is a backbone of the life that I know
Here among mountains and snow
This sword will be one with me.Body and soul
All of me will delivering each blow
Sting on my back.Oh,its power I feel
I can hardly wait to try its steel