Doyle - Swaying demons (a tribute to whom i pray) lyrics

The stranger was shaggy, with
A voice rather scraggly
Clothes full of holes made from
The bullets of his enemies
He was broke and offered
No politeness or jokes
All he had to be sold
To the respected decrepit
Townie whos face was long wrinkled and bold
Was a simple looking blade that
He claims claims demons souls

The stranger placed his knife on the table

"this has turned foes to bros
Healed the woes of hoes
Cast righteous swine sent to dine on
The divine all the way home
Tis this the blade which slayed the witch
No harm shall come to the arm thats
Called to arms to wield it's wit



Townie - "how can that be
With such a short reach
The blade can barely surpass the
Toes on my feet" the whole bar chuckles

The hilt was wittled with the
Wood of an ancient tree
Thats branches welled with wellness
For 4000 years peacefully
Until one day it was struck with grief etched
With ramblings from a drunken inbred king
In it's last 400 years it
Has seen 400 tragedies
Quarrels that unbind families
Lovers lost in lust castles cast into
Casquettes to turn to dust
As well as it's brethren burned
To burn boundless beasts
You may only handle the handle if you
Can handle a handle of the devils
Blood the fear of the fearlesses crud and
The spiteful spirit's of the damnful
The hilt was forged before lords
It is the eye of all storms
In the most simplest form
And for one man it was sworn
A man whose paths past was scorn from
War and future filled with folk lore

"do you hear this "hero"
Here hes nutting the
Place up for fuck sakes ill give
You a penny it's about worth it's weight
In fire wood" the townie cackled

The stranger spoke once more: Its blade
Is descended from an ancient race of rage
It can grasp a demons dimmed light show
Him the error to his ways
With one twist in their thick ribs
He can make the heathen fillet
And when the sun shines on the
Lines intertwined on it's spine
It can inspire a lovers gaze
And a dreamers grace, and a leaders ranks
In the dead of night it casts light
And will make all pay the toll
Of his soul for all the brave
Knights hes sent to last rites

The old man grew quite quiet praying
His secret stay silent from
This tattered traveler who now seemed
The size of a giant

I see what you are
I see behind your scars you were once
The nature of beauty but my
How youve come so far, i am truly impressed
With your past, the messes you have left
The depths of death you have lep
T but im afraid i am not
Afraid it's time for you to
Go back to the nest of the
Blessed to be bled out
And be fed to those you have
Laid to rest for even
At your best you are no test for me to fret

The old man screeched and lept
Toward the tattered shlepp
But it was too late
His fate was sealed nothing remained
But dust on the
Floor of the tavern and a seemingly dead eel

And on the stranger went to
Again atone and repent
Clothes still full of holes
Hair still unkempt tbc