The Song of the Lost Swords

When the world was dark and lifeless
And the gods they reigned supreme
12 Swords of might were forged one night
And that made quite a scene

A battle reigned in the heavens
For several hundred bloody years
And the blood flowed from the clouds
Like millions of deep red tears

Till two Gods remained and battle raged
One won and raised a few
Then cast the swords to this very world
To be sought by me and you

Who holds Coinspinner knows good odds,
Whichever move he make,
But the Sword of Chance, to please the gods,
Slips from him like a snake.

The Sword of Justice balances the pans
Of right and wrong, and foul and fair,
Eye for an eye, Doomgiver scans
The fate of all folk everywhere.

Dragonslicer, Dragonslicer, how d'you slay?
Reaching for the heart in behind the scales,
Dragonslicer, Dragonslicer, where d'you stay?
In the belly of the giant that my Blade impales.

Farslayer howls across the world
For thy heart! For thy heart! Who hast wronged me,
Vengeance is his who casts the Blade,
Yet he will, in the end, no triumph see.

The Mindsword spun in the dawn's gray light,
And men and demons knelt down before,
The Mindsword spun in the midday bright,
Gods joined the dance, the march to war,
It spun in the twilight dim as well,
And men and gods marched off to Hell.

I shatter Swords and splinter spears,
None stands to Shieldbreaker;
My point's the fount of orphan's tears,
My edge the widow maker.

The Sword of Stealth is given
To one lonely and despised;
Sightblinder's gifts: his eyes are keen,
His nature is disguised.

The Tyrant's Blade hath no blood spilled
But doth the spirit carve,
Soulcutter hath no body killed,
But many left to starve.

The Sword of Siege struck a hammer's blow
With a crash, and a smash, and a tumbled wall,
Stonecutter laid a castle low
With a groan, and a roar, and a tower's fall.

Long roads the Sword of Fury makes,
Hard walls it builds 'round the soft,
The fighter who Townsaver takes
Can bid farewell to home and croft.

Who holds Wayfinder finds good roads,
Its master's step is brisk;
The Sword of Wisdom lightens loads
But adds unto their risk.

Whose flesh the Sword of Mercy hurts has drawn no breath,
Whose soul its heals has wandered in the night,
Has paid the summing of all debts in death,
Has turned to see returning light.

So those swords my friends are out there
Hidden in air and land and sea
The Gods have hid the lost swords well
Never again to be seen
I say never again to be seen