Curse of the Soul Sword

[Intro - Fast Shredding Guitar Riff] [Verse 1] In ancient times, a blade was forged, a dark and fearsome power, Absorbing souls of the vanquished foes, in each victorious hour. The bearer young, eternal strong, through centuries of strife, Fighting wars from age to age, a never-ending life. [Pre-Chorus 1] But hunger grows within the steel, a thirst that never fades, Each soul less satisfying, as darkness invades. [Chorus] Blade of the damned, through time it screams, Wielding death, in its cold gleams. The bearer’s hands, stained with the wars, Now a shadow, beneath the stars. [Verse 2] Grey hairs show, a sign of age, beneath the warrior’s might, Did I bleed, or is it time, slipping through the fight? Arranging duels, the world’s best swords, a secret dark and dire, To feed the blade, a bloody feast, to quench its ghastly fire. [Pre-Chorus 2] One by one, they fall to him, the arena soaked in red, The sword feasts on the souls of heroes, the living and the dead. [Chorus] Blade of the damned, through time it screams, Wielding death, in its cold gleams. The bearer’s hands, stained with the wars, Now a shadow, beneath the stars. [Bridge - Intense, Rapid Instrumental Break] The crowd recoils in horror, as he turns upon them all, A frenzy in his eyes, as the innocent fall. The sword, a part of him, a curse he cannot shed, Through the stands he rampages, leaving countless dead. [Verse 3] Awakening from a nightmare, a continent laid bare, Bodies strewn around him, a stench of death in the air. Is this madness mine, or does the blade control? A grim specter haunts him, a reaper of the soul. [Pre-Chorus 3] Cast into the ocean, yet returns with the tide, Fused to his hand, there’s nowhere to hide. Doctors turn away, mages fear his plight, In the mirror’s gaze, Death reflects his blight. [Chorus] Blade of the damned, through time it screams, Wielding death, in its cold gleams. The bearer’s hands, stained with the wars, Now a shadow, beneath the stars. [Outro - Slowing Guitar Melody] Heroes rise to challenge him, an endless battle cry, Through the ages, they fight to let no more die. A curse unleashed upon the world, a battle waged by few, In the dance of death, what have I become, what did I do?