The Nightbringer

In Centuries ancient its tale begins
The bards I ve known are loath to sing it
for its a thing of a thousand sins
and cursed will be the one to swing it

The tale begins in moldy crypts
demonic smiths are sweating hard
and through the night's most evil mists
a blade attracts both light and dark

The warlock comes,his robes are flowing
his eyes now glow,with unholy light
and thundering voice brings cursed chanting
a spell that binds the sword with night:

"Come Erevus,come Night
come blackest Death and hateful Sorrow,
Obey my call and banish Light
and darken and plague,what comes tomorrow
With Blood and Screams I carve thy Blade
With ghostly Night I forge thy Being
With homage dark to Demons paid,
I give you might to slay all living
You will be named,The Death's last singer
the souls you take will feed the night
enemies to Hell you will deliver
your cursed blade ,I dub Nightbringer "

With sweating hands ,the mage collapsed
his last great curse,his being traversed
the sword with might and Darkness pulsed
as Night and Death its blade embraced

And now my friend,the story 's yours
to sing or not of this vile thing
beware though if some day comes
when you ll regret what you do sing

Cause the Nightbringer listens
when its name is being sang
and the raging curse that it delivers
will strike the righteous with horrors dark....