Mine is the card of suffering
Mine is the card of misery
All of this was foretold
Before these depictions ever hung in Thoth's gallery
I have many names for many heroes
As I see pass another century, this means nothing to me
I Caladcholg, Excalibur, Socht's Sword Gorm Glas,
Beater and Biter
I Mournblade, Stormbringer, Cruadin
I am the sword with which Siegfried slew the dragon
Those strong enough to brandish me will only know in their lives misery
I drink deep of souls while all those around them die,
This foretold before man could shape steel into a triumph of will
Or the pyramids caressed the sky
I Caladcholg, Excalibur, Socht's Sword Gorm Glas,
Beater and Biter
I Mournblade, Stormbringer, Cruadin
I am the sword with which Siegfried slew the dragon
I may lie aeons in the bottom of a lake or dwell in a
netherworld cave in Ameeron
I Caladcholg, Excalibur,I will dring your sould from the
depleted chalice that is nothing more than a shell of a
man where once stood a mythical champion
