“ An army, a mass, marching in hordes,
Swing swing Vorpal, lord of the swords.
Awfully hurting, more than words,
As it slashes through these herds.
Don't falter, don't fear, thou shallst always hit first,
For the lord must satisfy his thirst.
Vorpal, sinister, full of hate,
Every impact, tons of weight.
Follow the glance, feel it as it guides,
Thy dangerous path through the tides.
Trust the lord, embrace it's soul,
Thou and Vorpal, finally a whole. ”