The Clan Lord Sentinel

Power there is in the blood of the mage

Power and glory, and also there's pain.

Blood on my hands, blood on my blade

Blood on the ground, a darkening stain.



The life force holds knowledge

But to learn, you must bleed.

The knife is your teacher

But the teacher must feed.



By my blood I am weakened

By my blood I gain strength.

With my blood my blade darkens

As it flows down its length.



I hear the blade calling,

It whispers it's thirst

Take the blade in your hand

Feel the pain at its worst.



When the blade drinks your strength

Then the blade makes you strong

For the blade is your master

Let it drink deep and long



Let the blade drain the last drops

Let it pierce to your heart.

For you picked up the blade,

Now you're tool for it's art.

I really like this one, Sareth. Thanks for sharing .