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Skilthian Sword

by Spife

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Verse 1 Venturing into the Skilth. A plain uncharted. To find a way To bind life into a blade. Death is the outcome, Wrought to a beast Who’s life is flame. To save us all, This must be done. Death brought to the dragons Will keep mankind safe! Verse 2 In the altered plains I walk among the forests of Sil’vir. Searching to find the place. The stories do tell of a forge Of life itself. Oh! I will reach this forge, And create a magic blade Made of light and heat and life and death. Oh! This blade is forged from Sil’vir
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02. Skilthian Forge The forge of ancient days Untouched by human hands. Now mine hath laid upon this forgotten relic. What it once was used for I know not, What it once was used for I know not, Now it shall be used create a weapon! Oh! Fill the pool Of the anvil Fill it with Sil’vir! Enchanted hammer Poised to strike Rending light Tangible.
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03. Hammer Upon the Anvil *rasping howls surround the anvil where Cirwyn works* The heat The steam The light, It sears into my mind. No longer can I see the walls that surround me. This sword Is death Given shape That shape is light! Impossible to quench, The water evaporates. This is Sil’vir most raw. Spoken: I lament for those who this will be used against. Agony and power Brought forth. What have I created! This nightmare given shape. I must prevent What is immanent. Stunt the power Before it is full. Shrieking: Entomb the light! With enchanted fabrics Entomb the light! The blade shall still cut, The edge is not sharp. This is the power of Sil’vir, When brought forth and made most raw! Oh!
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04. 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!

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Follow Cirwyn into the Skilth to forge a blade worthy of slaying the dragons, the Skilthian Sword!

Sounds were coaxed from a Yamaha PSR-320.

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released September 1, 2023

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