Started with nothing but dirt on my name, Bare feet on stone, cold hands, no claim. A beggar in rags, sleeping near the gate, Watching knights pass, armored by fate. Steel sang loud while I learned to wait, Counting the swings, memorizing weight. I scavenged scraps, trained in the mud, Bled for my bread, paid in blood. They laughed at me, called me less than a man, But every fall sharpened the plan. I learned where to grab, where bones give in, How titles don’t matter once blades are in. From peasant fields to the killing ground, No i have lessons carved in flesh and sound. No glory here, no tales to frame, One wrong move and you’re a name. Fear of my skills, I know how to use my weapons. Climbing up in life never been so easy. Learned so many techniques for this moment. I’ll make you fear my sword. Fear of my skills, feel the pressure, the tension. Every strike precise, every step is heavy. From nothing to something, earned every scar— I’ll make you fear my sword. Fear my sword. Worked as a peon, then commoner rise, Grip got stronger, colder my eyes. Armor felt heavy, but so did the crown, Winning promotion meant another man down. Learned half-sword, hand on the blade, Slide it in close where the plates are late. Under the arm, where the metal’s weak, One short push makes the strong man leak. I broke wrists just to make them drop steel, Kicked their knee till it bent the wrong way real. I stopped swinging just to look brave, Started fighting just to make a grave. Now they bow when I walk inside, From gutter-born to the Baron’s side. Same blade, just cleaner hands, Same truth written across the land. I learned to grab the arm, twist it back, Hear the bone pop, feel the grip go slack. When swords lock tight, I lean real close, Elbow to throat till the breathing goes. I used spear shafts, not just the point, Cracked a neck where the head meets joint. If you stand too proud, legs get cut, One sweep low leaves you in the mud. I didn’t duel like songs pretend, I fought to make sure the fight would end. Every scar a lesson burned, Every kill a rank I earned. Fear of my skills, I know how to use my weapons. Climbing up in life never been so easy. Learned so many techniques for this moment. I’ll make you fear my sword. From beggar bones to iron law, I didn’t pray—I learned the flaw. Stand too close, you’ll understand— Why they fear my sword. Fear my sword. Last fight comes, and he towers tall, Thicker plate, longer reach, heavier call. His armor shines, mine’s worn and thin, Crowd bets loud—I just breathe in. He swings wide, I step inside, Grab the hilt, push his blade aside. No strength contest, no hero pose— Just dirty distance, where panic grows. Fear turned quiet when I stepped inside, Blade held short, no wasted stride. Helmet lifted just enough to see— That space was meant for someone like me. Between visor gap and choking breath, I claimed my title in silent death. From nothing, from mud, from hunger’s cord— I made them fear… My sword. Fear my sword
