Lighting-Sword Bearer

I see runes before my eyes, in the morning, at work, when drinking beer at night
Rune-lore is clear to me, like the sky, the oceans and money for free
No fight too hard for me, I love melee
When Icelandic anarcho-capitalism pumps in my heart

I can tell friend from foe, by their expressions when I enter the room
Separate barbarian from baboon, the difference between hero and goon

I’m the bearer of the lightning-sword... THE LIGHTING SWORD!
It’s not there to see, but when I need the steel
It gives me absolute supremacy... SUPREMACY!
I’m the bearer of the lightning-sword

But one trick is above the rest, Life is no stress for me
I have the advantage, I’m the bearer of magic steel
Out of thin air, a blade flashes straight into my hand


When the ghosts of the night attack in the dark, I know I might lose my blade
What I own can be taken from me, this item forged by metal dwarves in the past