Wold - Quarrel 

Witch Blade

My athame is a Grohmann belt knife,
D.H. Russell blade to cut the strife,
Strange looking but it'll take your life,
Cuts like a swipe from death's own scythe.

Deep within my solitary lair
I carve the sigils on the square;
The gleaming blade cast a glare
As a guiding light to take me there.

Edging priestess has got me on edge;
Raised on high in solemn pledge
Of the angel's final dredge;
I keenly enter the serpent's wedge.

Now my knife will surely find
All that you've signified,
In due time I'll slice in kind
From the very depths of mind.

Whichever route you choose to claim,
Forest, street, or astral plane,
My witch blade will come down like rain,
Stabbing through your skull and brain. 

-"Witch Blade" from Wold - Quarrel