look out for storms that turn into cloud hands and sword crowns, weather-wise

beware blindfolded women bearing swords, their depth perception is poor

Now Let Us Attend A Good Charlotte Concert Together

Beware of swords hiding by blending into the wall

Do Not Leave All Your Swords To A Sneering Man Who Waits Behind You

Sail Away To Sword Island

Too Many Swords On Sword Island

The Swords Will Make Your Decisions For You Now

You Do Not Need To Sleep. The Swords Will Choose When You Sleep

Congratulations! You Have Been Chosen By The Swords

Your Hair Looks Ridiculous

Fight And Slay The Clouds, For They Are The Natural Enemy Of The Sword

Don’t Look At Me

Okay You Can Look Now