At the edge of the blade

Crimson sky, the ground will break,

Silent echoes call my name.

I stand here with no one left,

Bound by sins I can’t forget.

One by one, they fade from light,

But their shadows haunt the night.

At the edge of the blade, I stay,

Fighting ghosts that won’t go away.

Even if this world decays,

I’ll still rise — I won’t fade.

Winds return the face I knew,

Lost beneath the things I do.

Sleep won’t come, the past remains,

I’ve become my own chain.

If tomorrow knows my name,

Let these wounds still call the flame.

Every tear, every scar,

Tell me who we really are.

At the edge of the blade, I’ll fight,

Between the dark and fading light.

Even when the sky turns grey,

My soul won’t break — I’ll stay.

At the edge… of the blade…