1. I was the lion of battle, shy behind my garb
Battle stored me for a day of combat

2. I said when you called me to serve
I am a bare sword, stripped of its scabbard

3. By a hand that has ceased to strike
My glitter flashes like lightning when it's drawn

4. Keen of edge, its sharpness will not fail
So why am I stripped of my scabbard?

5. Return me to closeness, else
Shake me once to know what is in me