A Thousand Swords
lyrics by Aaron Ondek

Cliff was tall and had a head like fire.
Walking through the office drew some glares.

His precociousness, led him around.
The department workers wandered around.

[Cliff]
"Yo! Which you staring at?"
[End Cliff]

The facecious response, was always there.
He knew the truth, he was one of few.

[Chorus] [aside] thousand swords (repeat) [end aside]

From ancient texts of mystery.
Their holy clan, spans the ages.

Armed with veneration, and the might of arms.
The Clan of Swords is the worlds arbitrator.

A thousand swords, to cut down the unjust.
A thousand swords, to conquer all.

[END Chorus]

The marking was clear and centered on his head.
The glowing edge erased all doubt.

He is under judged for his age is young.
But youth is quick, an attaché of blood.

He would come up quick and from behind.
His foes future vision would be denied.

[Chorus]

His assignment was fresh in his hand.
He would find three British gentlemen.

They were in a garden of fresh corn.
Cleaning up and removing thorns.

Cliff thought it would be easy, but he was wrong.
It turns out that Cliff was the unjust one.

[Chorus]

So we find what is wrong with Cliff.
His sword was strong but he would miss.

The men on welfare were not strong.
But they were right and Cliff was wrong.

The Brits became the new guardians.
Taking thier role with the holy clan.

[Optional Chorus]