No Masters

I'm a man with a sword serving two masters.
My skill is complete. My talent is reckless.
I won't move for honor. I won't move for gold.
My heart is on fire, my brain is exploded.

I am a solider for love and a warrior for truth:
Truth is the force the makes me go rabid.
Truth is the madness that pulls me to battle.
Truth shows me how the world is warring.
Truth is my effort, my duty is Love.
An echo that voices me farther, Love.
The effort that goes on forever, Love.
Wakes me up in the morning,Love.
Shakes me up in the evening, Love.
Truth makes me fight and I know it for Love.
Truth makes me wrong and I show it for Love.
I try Love,
but Truth makes me blow it.

I'm a man with a sword serving two masters:
Truth makes me draw it. I drop it for Love.
Truth makes me draw it and I drop it, Love.
Truth makes me draw it. I drop it for Love.

i am leaving my sword now i have no sword
no sword
no masters