A little folklore, about weapon in the world of Nave

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This is a translation from my native language, so do not judge strictly.

Two-handed sword

My new two-handed,
He's like a one-handed
Hits quickly and fastly,
Not painful and sadly.
I picked it up,
Because me so boring
With the blocks with shield,
On the battlefield.

With a two-handed more,
The blood of the enemy will be spilled,
Who came to my land and not yet milled.
The battle goes on without ending
And fatigue comes, how pocket sending
But the my hands are like woodpecker,
Rise and down,
Inflicting wounds.
And there is no peace for them, as long as the enemy is in the world,
While the invaders are coming,
I be hard.
Until the native land is spared from pain,
What those Nations bring to my people.
It's easier with a two-handed sword,
Crush the armor of Khurites
It's easier with a two-handed sword,
Cut off the heads of Blaine
It's easier with a two-handed sword,
Kill an elven man at arms,
But that's not the point,
I want blood.
I'm an insatiable killer,
I want to drink that sweet pain,
What comes to the opponent where i'm him slain.
When its parts fly away from the body,
And his blood gushes so speedy,
When the spray runs off, off the steel blade
And after the last breath, the opponent leaves from the glade.
There is no sun, no worldly people.
There is only darkness and an eternity of wandering,
Until he finds the precious stone,
Until he finds the Shrine - Respawn!
Then perhaps they will grant him a new life.
But where would it him drive?
After all, the world in which we live is deadly dangerous,
It does not tolerate mistakes and the meaning of it is clear to everyone.
Don't make mistakes and you will be happy,
And if you make a wrong choice, it will be so crappy.
In the world of shadow and eternity, many warriors have gone,
But in battle my new two-handed sword still cuts alone,
I took it to feel the blood,
And he showed me the tears redwood,
Now it pours on wildlife.
The fight is coming to an end,
The screams subside,
I hear the grass rustle, and then I die.

My new two-handed,
He's like a one-handed
Hits quickly and fastly,
Not painful and sadly.
I picked it up,
Because me so boring
With the blocks with shield,
On the battlefield.

With a two-handed more,
The blood of the enemy will be spilled,
And there were many reasons before i be killed,
But the main reason was to protect the my land.
Having given my life for her,
I went out into the etherworld without you there
And there wandering in the dark and cold,
I'm looking for the Holy stone, the coveted "Respawn".
How long will I wander in the dark ?
How long will it take find it like a shark?
A man in a dressing gown.
I don't know, because i'm alone.
But I'll tell you one thing for sure.
I will kill the one who took my new two-handed sword
And I will again taste the joy of victory,
When the dead of my enemies, cutting off their hands and feets,
By slaying them with the sword and may Gods forgive me, before i'm defeat!
 
This is a translation from my native language, so do not judge strictly.

Two-handed sword

My new two-handed,
He's like a one-handed
Hits quickly and fastly,
Not painful and sadly.
I picked it up,
Because me so boring
With the blocks with shield,
On the battlefield.

With a two-handed more,
The blood of the enemy will be spilled,
Who came to my land and not yet milled.
The battle goes on without ending
And fatigue comes, how pocket sending
But the my hands are like woodpecker,
Rise and down,
Inflicting wounds.
And there is no peace for them, as long as the enemy is in the world,
While the invaders are coming,
I be hard.
Until the native land is spared from pain,
What those Nations bring to my people.
It's easier with a two-handed sword,
Crush the armor of Khurites
It's easier with a two-handed sword,
Cut off the heads of Blaine
It's easier with a two-handed sword,
Kill an elven man at arms,
But that's not the point,
I want blood.
I'm an insatiable killer,
I want to drink that sweet pain,
What comes to the opponent where i'm him slain.
When its parts fly away from the body,
And his blood gushes so speedy,
When the spray runs off, off the steel blade
And after the last breath, the opponent leaves from the glade.
There is no sun, no worldly people.
There is only darkness and an eternity of wandering,
Until he finds the precious stone,
Until he finds the Shrine - Respawn!
Then perhaps they will grant him a new life.
But where would it him drive?
After all, the world in which we live is deadly dangerous,
It does not tolerate mistakes and the meaning of it is clear to everyone.
Don't make mistakes and you will be happy,
And if you make a wrong choice, it will be so crappy.
In the world of shadow and eternity, many warriors have gone,
But in battle my new two-handed sword still cuts alone,
I took it to feel the blood,
And he showed me the tears redwood,
Now it pours on wildlife.
The fight is coming to an end,
The screams subside,
I hear the grass rustle, and then I die.

My new two-handed,
He's like a one-handed
Hits quickly and fastly,
Not painful and sadly.
I picked it up,
Because me so boring
With the blocks with shield,
On the battlefield.

With a two-handed more,
The blood of the enemy will be spilled,
And there were many reasons before i be killed,
But the main reason was to protect the my land.
Having given my life for her,
I went out into the etherworld without you there
And there wandering in the dark and cold,
I'm looking for the Holy stone, the coveted "Respawn".
How long will I wander in the dark ?
How long will it take find it like a shark?
A man in a dressing gown.
I don't know, because i'm alone.
But I'll tell you one thing for sure.
I will kill the one who took my new two-handed sword
And I will again taste the joy of victory,
When the dead of my enemies, cutting off their hands and feets,
By slaying them with the sword and may Gods forgive me, before i'm defeat!
The claymore was sold for the rare collector than you very much for your generous donation.
 
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