: A long time ago :
: During a time once forgotten :
Surfing across it\'s metal, the fingers of the smith admired his own work.
A magnificent extension of one\'s arm this gleaming, overbearing cutlass shall make.
Swooshing to the end of the sheath, the smith sets his craft upon it\'s rack.
A plague of night begins to cover the sky,
beholding a flaming horizon.
Snapping at the wind, torches swiftly march towards the village.
A bloodshed erupted between love and hate, not missing a spot.
Swift were the razor sharp cuts the smith delivered, leaving a cold glow in his wake.
A tsunamic force from every direction, the village and the smith eventually fell.
Soon the cutlass became lost in the world, hiding from slaughter.
A new time shall come when this one is forgotten, beholding a new end.
Songs of the very blade and it\'s notorious master still ring through time.
A distance gleam of light will guide the way, the very day the beast shall awake.