'Twas shining battle blade his guts devoureth
And so I took the life from lord of flies
A forceful thrust of tremendous power
No more his reign upon us, no more his lies
As he and his crown falls to dust
I shalt become engraving on my blade
And it shalt be ebraceth by rust
For my very inner light hath start to fade
I, the blade, shalt not reflect thy light
Nor thy faerie delightful angels face
For after such darkness there is only blight
And I am doomed to dwell without thy grace
'Twas my victorious story
You read on blade of rust and glory