Congratulations on killing enough Black Knights to form a bar from their resulting scraps. Don't think about the children you have orphaned, the dreams that you have impaled on the sharp end of a greatsword. Don't think about the concentrated misery you hold in your hands.
It is rather shiny, though, is it not? Black Metal, particularly if you have the draconic sort (more chromatic, less matte), is mesmerising.