Sil'vir Entombed

The Sigils have been placed. Contorting the lights shape. Though it’s been made It’s control I still cannot take. The fabrics of red, Have all been enchanted. It is time for them to dampen The Skilthian blade. This much I could handle, Just barley a success. To move the blade of light, it seared through my veins Begin the wrapping, Entombing of the blade, Of Sil’vir it is made, Its heat must be contained! Verse 2 Now the blade entombed Its light peaks from the cloth. The strength of this Sil’vir Is almost too strong. Though it’s edges are dull, Its stroke is sharp. It’s cut, unforgiving. Its swing will not halt. The sigils are complete, My Sil’vir has wrought A blade, a Devil A thing that will not be stopped. To slay the dragons, this line must be crossed. No father than dragons, There it shall stop this blade against others shall not be sharp. Lament! Lament! Lament! The sword of death is here! Lament! Lament! Lament! The sword of death is here!