When I was 9, my father gave to me
A sword with an archaic curse
He told me to never draw the blade
Once the blade was drawn, it must taste blood
And I never saw him again

On that day when the larks sang at sun rise
A hole in my heart was filled
By a demon named Tyrfing

When I was 10, I roamed the streets
Sword in sheath
Begging for food
Grime decorated my face
Sadness had a hold on my heart

On that day when the larks sang at sun rise
A hole in my heart was filled
By a demon named Tyrfing

When I was 11 I made a friend
He asked me why I never drew my sword
I told him that it was a demon
Blinded with disbelief, he unsheathed the sword
After that day I never saw him again

On that day when the larks sang at sun rise
A hole in my heart was filled
By a demon named Tyrfing

When I was 12 I learned to fend for myself
The sword had been drawn
The blood it had tasted was my enemies
Now with blood on my hands
I had forgotten myself

On that day when the larks sang at sun rise
A hole in my heart was filled
By a demon named Tyrfing

Now I am 13 and feared throughout the land
A permanent snarl scars my face
An elegant blood-lust is my driving force
The sword will stay forever unsheathed
In this world full of death

Today the sun rise had a grim silence
My heart is forever scarred
Because of a demon named Tyrfing