Swords, Engraving in Brass, in C sharp

Take an S, and I still
have words, and a sword.
I'll take a hook and I'll keep one two.
Now we both have a hook, some words, and a sword
and one is better than none, probably.

They came fresh and hot from the stony oven,
the lights in a sleeping tiger's eyes.
Red, gold, green.
One,two, three.

Give a pledge to freedom and
to a, to a, to a,
clash of cultures
in C sharp.

My amour is my armour.
My armour, my amour.