Twilight it was when we met, and twilight still when we parted
The sky the colour of sulphur, the grass the colour of blood
My eyes looked into your eyes, and I gasped at the emptiness I saw there
The eyes of a dead man, your face blanked out by your hood

You wore your sword and your cape, though your hands were nothing but claws now
Your pride shone through in your stance, though your cape was threadworn and grey
"En garde!" you cried, and your voice was like nails on a wallslate
"Take your sword and defend yourself - No one will pass this Way!"

Twilight it was when we met, and the dew hadn't yet fallen
The dry grass under our feet grew slippery with our blood
The sky went through cobold to purple, from purple to primrose
'Til round went the circle and my sword caught in your hood

I saw your face now at last and I felt my hands tremble
I slipped on the wet grass, my sword it fell to the ground
Each moment I saw in slow-motion, your sword towards my heart
I saw you and knew that you laughed, but I heard not a sound

Twilight it was when we met, and when you didn't kill me
For you just turned around, and walked 'round the bend of the Way
I sat in the slippery grass, my sword lay bloodied beside me
My blouse was all coloured red, my cape red with patches of grey

I returned to the Ways that I knew as the sky turned to purple
Ate dinner alone in my room, tried to drown my encounter in wine
Yet I didn't succeed, so it haunts me, forever and ever
For the face that you wore, crippled swordsman, that face was mine.