With hastened speed, and Bloodlust Zeal,
With Pints of Meade, and Sharpened Steel.
Will I descend upon thine Foe,
To bring his end, so all may know.
That death is near, and always Silent,
Something to fear, ...Frequently Violent.
To watch your back, and never forget,
...We're Merchants of Death...
The Cold Steel Quartet.