He came to my forge on a storm-ridden night
Pale skin, deep green eyes, a long braid in sight
A sack on the table, voice rough from old pain
A scar on his throat like a mark from the ain

I asked of the stone, so strange to my sight
He spoke low and calm in the flickering light
Fell from the heavens on a moonless eve
A challenge I took, for no fear would I leave

I forged the Twin Blades, the Fenrir's Fangs they call
Curved blades of star-metal, ready to maul
No edge at the start, yet perfection was born
In the hands of the legend, the shadows were torn
Uriel, the name lost to time
Lord of Shadows, walking the line

For twenty-one days I hammered and shaped
Divided the star, no secret escaped
Two crescent blades, long as a warrior's stride
Silver and shadow, with power inside

He returned at the well, with that Titanic sword
Balanced on shoulders, yet light as a word
Water still dripping, I ran for the pair
The Fenrir's Fangs, beyond all compare

I forged the Twin Blades, the Fenrir's Fangs they call
Curved blades of star-metal, ready to maul
He swung them with grace, ambidextrous might
Black scales on his hands, turning day into night
One slash of the void, one strike of the light
The rock split in silence, a cut pure and right
Uriel, the name carved in fear
The Slayer of Umbra, drawing us near

He praised my craft, left jewels in the flame
But worth more than gold was that warrior's name
As he walked to the sunset, my knees hit the ground
A legend made flesh, in silence profound
Are we safe now, with shadows unbound?

I forged the Twin Fangs, now held by the shade
Fenrir's Fangs, in darkness arrayed
The Absolute Edge, the cleanest of cuts
In the hands of Uriel, the world shakes and shuts
Uriel, forgotten by years
The Lord of Shadows, igniting our fears

He walks with my blades, into the night
Erinya the smith, remembers the sight