Zweihander

Stoned On the cheek I turned aside Arose a welt, arise Incision left alive Proposed the pelt polite Close the arc in light In dark the sword dropped cries Behold the rigid spine Cut to bone beset in flight (See it falling, see it falling) Silly how you sought ascension (Feel it calling, feel it calling) Blue egg at its full retention Stoned On the cheek, I turned aside Arose a welt, arise Incision left alive Proposed the pelt polite Close the arc in light In dark the sword dropped cries Behold the rigid spine Cut to bone beset in flight (See it falling, see it falling) Silly how you sought ascension (Feel it calling, feel it calling) Blue egg at its full retention (See it falling, see it falling) Silly how you sought ascension (Feel it calling, feel it calling) Blue egg at its full retention