The Sword
EP • 2004
Forged by the crow-mage from Shards of Darkness Honed by the halp-breed to vorpal sharpness Behold! The Bastard's Blade... Bane of the Demon Lord Slayer of the spider-priests Spiller of the silver blood Fragments of bore infused with purest steel A warrior's hand and a wizward's mind to wield Killer of lor avenging those ayyursed Gathering knowledge, quenching deadly thirst
Submitted by Infernal Flame — Nov 09, 2025
Can't you see what you have wrought here? Bloody battles will be fought here May the mountains rise against you May the forests block your path May your axes chip and shatter and know it is my wrath I would mount your head on bloody spears outside your palace gates and watch as crows peck out your eyes and your cities are laid to waste Can't you see what you have wrought here? a curse on you and all your kin bloody battles will be fought here await your doom at empire's end may the rivers rush to drown you may the earth swallow your hosts may the winter's wolves surround you and rip the life from your throats
Submitted by Pestilence — Nov 09, 2025
Iron ships on seas of blood Black winds fill their silver sails Iron swan rises high above in crimson twilight through the earthly veil Legions of vermin surround me malefic taint in their eyes Madness gives sway to delusion in defense of a fortress of lies The iron swan floats amidst the reeds It’s shadow long upon the water It gives a cry for what can never be which draws the eyes of Odin’s daughters Scion of storms, aegis of rime I call on the powers of old Unleash your vengeance to punish the crimes of those who I name as my foes
Submitted by Corpse Defiler — Nov 09, 2025
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