Chronicler of Ardul - Sword of Virné Lyrics

Proud of what he had forged
The creator of the sword put it to the test
First unsuspecting foes
Quickly had their heads taken from their necks
The sword thirsted for blood
And drank in the crimson red
The sword wanted more
And the creator couldn't stay his hand
The Sword of Virné
Could not sit idly
Couldn't be used peacefully
The Sword of Virné
Wouldn't be controlled
Wouldn't be stopped from its goal
Each person that he passed
He was urged to see them die
He fought to resist
But he couldn't fight the battle inside
Blood soaked his hands
But it was never enough
Off the road ahead
Was a large group of thugs
The Sword of Virné
Could not sit idly
Couldn't be used peacefully
The Sword of Virné
Wouldn't be controlled
Wouldn't be stopped from its goal
He walked towards them without fear
And screamed Your lives will end hear
One swung at him and was ran through
Another lunged and was cleaved in two
Give me their lives
Give all your might
Give what I need
Make them all bleed
They surrounded him and yelled You will die!
And overwhelmed him on all sides
They disarmed him and stabbed his chest
He fell dead the sword found who would take it next
The Sword of Virné
Was not done
For centuries it craved
Skill and blood
It corrupted the soul
And found someone new
Each fought for control
But they would lose
The cursed blade
The Sword of Virné