
For over a century, the human kingdom of Dyrrfjothr, and the Dwarven kingdom of Virngarom, were in a state of cold war. Until one day, the human King Ennrum Gramersson, known as the Feathered King, saved a dwarf from a Niddragr (a common type of dragon) while on a hunting trip. Deeply grateful, the dwarf wanted to repay Ennrum, who graciously refused.
When Irokk Kranndremnokk, the Dwarven king, heard of this deed, he decided to approach the human king with a peace proposal. As was tradition among his people, he had his blacksmiths forge a blade to offer as a gift to Ennrum. Impressed by the beauty and quality of the blade, and touched by the gesture, king Ennrum swore an oath on the blade, to only use it to defend the realms of man and dwarf. May it never taste the blood of any good man or dwarf, and may it rather shatter like glass.
Verse:
For a century or more, a cold war prevailed;
Humans and dwarfs, their peace had failed.
In Dyrrfjothr's land, the Feathered King roamed;
Ennrum Gramersson, his legacy honed.
On a hunt one day, the King did find;
A dwarf in peril, cornered and confined.
A Niddragr fierce, with flame and might;
Driven off by Ennrum, saving life that night.
The dwarf was grateful, the news spread wide;
To Dwarven King Irrokk, with joy and pride.
A peace proposal, a gift in hand;
Morning’s Edge, finest in the land.
Amazed by the blade, its beauty bright;
Ennrum took hold, in morning’s light.
Lines of gold, a vow he swore;
To protect both kingdoms, forevermore.
Chorus:
"I vow to raise this blade only for right;
To protect the kingdoms, through day and night.
May Morning’s Edge never taste good blood;
Rather shatter like glass, in a crimson flood."
Bridge:
Hooo-ooo, come morning;
Hooo-ooo, come night.
Hooo-ooo, come power;
Hooo-ooo, come light.
Verse:
Peace reigned strong until Ennrum passed,
Ennbarn his son, with envy amassed.
Riches of dwarfs, he sought to claim,
And thus to war, he brought them shame.
At Virngarom’s gates, the humans pressed,
Ennbarn with Morning’s Edge, to Irrokk addressed.
The old dwarf king, in combat fierce,
But youth and skill, Ennbarn did pierce.
Tip at chest, the final thrust,
Morning’s Edge turned to dust.
Irrokk's axe flew true and fast,
Ennbarn fell, his reign surpassed.
King Ennrum’s vow, in shards did stay,
Ennbarn’s death, a tragic fray.
The blade fulfilled its destined course,
In shattered pieces, the old remorse.
Chorus:
"I vow to raise this blade only for right;
To protect the kingdoms, through day and night.
May Morning’s Edge never taste good blood;
Rather shatter like glass, in a crimson flood."
Bridge:
Hooo-ooo, come morning;
Hooo-ooo, come night.
Hooo-ooo, come power;
Hooo-ooo, come light.
Verse:
A new king rose, with peace in mind,
Refused the blade, its message aligned.
A symbol now, of peace’s worth,
Morning’s Edge, broken, rebirth.
The dwarves impressed, by the king’s wise stand,
A shattered sword, peace in hand.
No need to mend, the broken blade,
For in its shards, true peace displayed.
From Feathered King to shattered sword,
A tale of peace, forever stored.
Two kingdoms bound, by vow and might,
Morning’s Edge, in darkest night.
And so the tale of Morning’s Edge,
A bond of peace, a solemn pledge.
From Feathered King to shattered sword,
The hope for peace forever stored.
Chorus:
"I vow to raise this blade only for right;
To protect the kingdoms, through day and night.
May Morning’s Edge never taste good blood;
Rather shatter like glass, in a crimson flood."
Bridge:
Hooo-ooo, come morning;
Hooo-ooo, come night.
Hooo-ooo, come power;
Hooo-ooo, come light.