Upon the anvil of the cosmos
Heated by the flames of stars
Smelting war, eternal forge
The blacksmith stands, only he remains
Shaping steel with massive gains
Hammer strikes, molding the ore
Quenched in the blood of the gods of yore

Made for war, crafted to kill
Endless void of souls to fill
Imbued with blood, sword raised high
Swing with might, make them die

Ancient blade which shall not yield
Shaping fate for those who wield
Blood of peasants and kings the same
Empires crushed, dominions aflamе
Flashes of steel, cutting through time
Clenching thе hilt, deaths intertwined
Rivers of blood inspire the sage
Writing the words; the saga, the blade

Kneel to the steel
Power revealed

History shaped by the pledge
Made by the bearers of the edge
Chronicle of carnage inked with gore
Fill the codex, craft the lore
Legacy to lacerate
Elder gods to satiate
Passed down the line to the next of kin
Path of the progeny now begins
Made for war, crafted to kill
Cut their flesh, lifeforce spills
Imbued with blood, sword raised high
Swing with might, make them die

Ancient blade
Lead the charge of the crusade
Blood of peasants and kings the same
Empires crushed, dominions aflame
Flashes of steel, cutting through time
Clenching the hilt, deaths intertwined
Rivers of blood inspire the sage
Writing the words; the saga, the blade