Sheathed Sword lyrics

The way of the sword

The way of self discipline

Servant of all that is right

In silent patience tending

Serenity in heart and mind

The sword is pure and brilliant

Balanced in beauty and purpose

Tempered in vigilent effort

It is an art in its presence

The spirit of the just man

Its judgment always final

Never drawn in anger

Nor for its ill gotten thoughts

It is a servant to a master

Keen and clean, the blade

Unstained by personal pride

Always fair and caring

Even in its envisioning

A blade drawn is committal

Never should it be seen in folly

No bluff should blunt its edge

Cutting the air in stillness

A noticed turmoil is a fault

Swift, silent, certain, sure

Mediation of mortal limit

The best sword to have near

Surely the sheathed sword