Dancing to the Song of Steel

Oh, you wish to dance to the song of steel, do you?
Well, I see you have your sword,
your dented, battered metal stick.
But do you have the ear for battle?

When your foe comes running at you,
will you fall for the lies
that their tongue and their eyes sing,
or are you sharp enough to hear
the strike of their blade through the air
and leap away before they gut you?

Well, it's not so easy as just a swing here
or a battle cry there.
You've got to feel connected to your own sword
more than the blood pumping in your veins.
'Cause if you can't use the first one,
you'll just as soon lose the second
and bathe in it before you spill a drop of your enemy's own.

Now, you can stay if you want,
​and learn this dance.
If that is what you wish.
For though the song of steel is harsh,
oh does it ring clear...
​
But heed this warning now, child.
None will treat you easily
or coddle you here.
Run away with steel
and you'll never return home the same way.
It'll harden your bones and your muscles, yes.
But your soul as well.
And the very same steel that you live to fight with
may very well slay you in the end.