In the darkened forge, it was born,
Hammered in shadows, blood sworn.
Its edge gleams with a thirst untamed,
Wield its might and you'll be claimed.
Whispers in the steel, voices call,
Promises of power before the fall.
Grips your mind, it twists your fate,
A weapon forged in eternal hate.
Cursed blade, in my hand,
It guides me with its cruel demand.
Swing of steel, but I'm not free,
This wicked edge now cuts through me.
With every kill, I feel it creep,
The madness sown so dark, so deep.
Eyes of the dead, they haunt my sight,
Bound to this sword, I'm lost to night.
Blood is spilled, but not enough,
I crave the fight, I crave it rough.
The curse it binds, won't let me go,
In my veins, it starts to flow.
I hear it now, its voice so clear,
"Give in, my child, you're mine, no fear."
I'm just a puppet, dancing in pain,
The cursed blade whispers my name.
The sword and I, we are one,
In the darkness, my soul undone.
No release, no peaceful grave,
I die a slave to the cursed blade.