The Sword
Davide Deambrogi
A snowy day, I ride
A light shines on the snow
The wizard on my right
Show me a stone
There's a sword on that place
Then I hold it
I feel something new
Into the flood of my veins
The power flows on my back and
I see those creatures
Of the woods
The sword hurts the world
To the heart of evil
It has its own will, will be the shield
Of the border, of the hills
I don't know if it's nerve
Or it's magic
I'm not myself anymore
But for once
True power defended innocence
The yellows eyes of enemies
Will not see inside our souls
They'll hurt themselves
With their own hands
Peace will not an utopia
The sword hurts the world
To the heart of evil
It has its own will, will be the shield
Of the border, of the hills