Ome sashers fate to rule the streets A game of death he must compete A piercing blade to the throat Will end the terror the knife invoked An unknown soldier drew the line A mark of death he soon would find In a twist of fate he could prevail A game of bloodshed That one would fail Falling to the pavement Blade in hand One survivor One dead man Ending all hope of compromise The fight is over when one man dies His blade struck fast with thrashing might Sending death, his chance was slight A splatter of red in the black of night Blood on the street The deadly knife fight!