The weapons master has no heart his hide is iron cold
His soul within that hide is steel or so I've been told-
His only care is for your skill his only love is own
And where another has a heart he has a marble stone
That's what the common wisdom holds but common is not true
For there is often truth behind what's in common view
And so it is the herald's task that didn't truth to win
To see behind the face without and find the face within
He goads his students into rage he drives them into pain
He mocks them and does not care that tears may fall like rain
He works them when they're weary and rebukes them when they fail
Cuts them to ribbons with his tongue as they stand meek and pale
But will our enemies be fair nor come on us behind
And will they stay their tongue or in their words a weapon find
Or wait till we are rested before making their attacks
Or will they rather beat us down and then go for our backs
But he has no compassion does not care for man nor beast
And when a students gone he does not notice in the least
And no one calls this man their love and no one calls him friend
And none can judge him by his face or what he may intend
But I have seen him speak the word that brings hope from despair
Or drop the one word compliment that makes the students care
And I have seen his sorrow when he hears the death bell cry
His soul deep agony of doubt that nothing can deny
For on his shoulders rests the job of fitting us for war
With nothing to give him a clue of what to train us for
And if he fails it is not he that pays but you and I
And so he dies a little when he hears the death bell cry
And now you know the face within hid by the face without
The pain that he must harbor all the guilt and all the doubt
The weapons master has a heart so grant his stony mask
For you and I aren't strong enough to bare that kind of task
His soul within that hide is steel or so I've been told-
His only care is for your skill his only love is own
And where another has a heart he has a marble stone
That's what the common wisdom holds but common is not true
For there is often truth behind what's in common view
And so it is the herald's task that didn't truth to win
To see behind the face without and find the face within
He goads his students into rage he drives them into pain
He mocks them and does not care that tears may fall like rain
He works them when they're weary and rebukes them when they fail
Cuts them to ribbons with his tongue as they stand meek and pale
But will our enemies be fair nor come on us behind
And will they stay their tongue or in their words a weapon find
Or wait till we are rested before making their attacks
Or will they rather beat us down and then go for our backs
But he has no compassion does not care for man nor beast
And when a students gone he does not notice in the least
And no one calls this man their love and no one calls him friend
And none can judge him by his face or what he may intend
But I have seen him speak the word that brings hope from despair
Or drop the one word compliment that makes the students care
And I have seen his sorrow when he hears the death bell cry
His soul deep agony of doubt that nothing can deny
For on his shoulders rests the job of fitting us for war
With nothing to give him a clue of what to train us for
And if he fails it is not he that pays but you and I
And so he dies a little when he hears the death bell cry
And now you know the face within hid by the face without
The pain that he must harbor all the guilt and all the doubt
The weapons master has a heart so grant his stony mask
For you and I aren't strong enough to bare that kind of task