I shatter Swords and splinter spears
None stands to Shieldbreaker
My point's the fount of orphan's tears
My edge the widowmaker

The Sword of Justice balances the pans
Of right and wrong, and foul and fair,
Eye for an eye, Doomgiver scans
The fate of all folk everywhere

Long roads the Sword of Fury makes,
Hard walls it builds 'round the soft,
The fighter who Townsaver takes
Can bid farewell to home and croft.

Farslayer howls across the world
For thy heart! For thy heart! who hast wronged me,
Vengeance is his who casts the Blade,
Yet he will, in the end, no triumph see.

The Mindsword spun in the dawn's grey light,
And men and demons knelt down before,
The Mindsword spun in the midday bright,
Gods joined the dance, the march to war,
It spun in the twilight dim as well,
And men and gods marched off to Hell.

The Tyrant's Blade hath no blood spilled
But doth the spirit carve,
Soulcutter hath no body killed,
But many left to starve

The Sword of Stealth is given
To one lonely and despised;
Sightblinder's gifts: his eyes are keen,
His nature is disguised

The Sword of Siege struck a hammer's blow
With a crash, and a smash, and a tumbled wall,
Stonecutter laid a castle low
With a groan, and a roar, and a tower's fall

Who holds Coinspinner knows good odds,
Whichever move he make,
But the Sword of Chance, to please the gods,
Slips from him like a snake.

Who holds Wayfinder finds good roads,
Its master's step is brisk;
The Sword of Wisdom lightens loads
But adds unto their risk.

Dragonslicer, Dragonslicer, how d'you slay?
Reaching for the heart in behind the scales,
Dragonslicer, Dragonslicer, where d'you stay?
In the belly of the giant that my Blade impales