Sword's Song

I am a sword, I had my way,
I'd never stopped a mortal's breath.
But once my blade was washed in blood,
I got to know the taste of Death.
It was so sweet, and I became
A thirsty stranger in the night.
And Haven cried about me -
It lost its ancient Shining Child.

For all the world you are a vampire,
For me you're a sword - my faithful sword

My mistress says that sometimes I burn her hand
And inspire her with some dark thoughts she can't stand.
She often says that fear doesn't let her breath
Making suffer of suffocation.
But I'm sure she wouldn't like to part of
So trusty steel despite she is afraid of me.

There is a little needle of alarm
Deep in my heart nested.
Any attention makes it overturn
Giving troubles, causing sharp pain - I know,
I ought to take it out and throw away
I really don't know what way
If I were braver I wouldn't be a slave
Of the sharp brittle needle in my heart.

I could call myself a benefactor
Cleaning the world of vermin and evil spirits,
But the truth is that I am a spectre
In dark looking for spring of blood.

Time after time I see so beautiful dreams
Reminding of my unclouded past.
Since then the bodies having given me their blood
Have already turned into dust.
Being a virgin steel I had a stronger will,
Now I can't do without sweet and warm blood.
All my Shining Brothers tremble when I am around
Bowing to me despite they are afraid of me.

For all of them you are a king,
For me you're a sword - faithful sword.
There is a little needle…

I could call myself a benefactor…