Clash went the swords,
Fast as lightening,
Very a very fast,
Not at all frightening...

Boom went the swords,
Loud as thunder,
Very a very loud,
Shall not bring me under...

Fight said the first sword,
Fight said the second,
So they faught and faught,
The swords beckoned...

Flash went the first sword,
Flash went the second,
Light flashed everywhere,
The swords beckoned...

The owners of the swords,
Brothers of a which,
Hated each other,
Loved each other; not an inch...

This is why,
For all of you know,
The swords beckoned,
To and fro...

The brothers,
So equaly matched,
Killed each other,
Thier fate was sealed,
With a burned match...