This I dedicate to Prince Elric and to anyone damned
by the black blade.
Sheen of a Dark Blade
Naked blade, fly swift and true
To smite mine enemy's life
To bastard make of naive child
And widow of true wife
O shining blade, so true in form
What motive hast thou found?
Havoc or mercy, which is thy name?
O blade to which I'm bound
Though dark is thy howl and battle cry
For horrid is thy shriek
To wax and wane thy torrid song
For justice dost thou seek
Thy work is done, thy day be gone
No light of day shall shine
'Tis not mine honour they shall see
The deed was done by thine