The Pool: Part II - The Sword

Cutting up the chains of eternal hate
With thousands tears in shines
Piercing the strenght of hardest steel
of prevailing lies

On its peak the sun will stand still
Rain of blood will wash away
The gathered years of screaming pain
endless time awaits
As it rites from the world of darkness
Sword of Fire
Killing the guilt with roughness
The blind minds will not strive against
The shadow falls on the dark
Roaming the sight of lonely
visions of decay