Black Code Revenant (Kirito)

Yeah…

You log in, I log out your whole fuckin’ squad.

This ain’t a playground — it’s a slaughterhouse.

Link start, I eat your pride for breakfast.

I stepped in with the black coat, blades hummin’ low,

System tried to trap me — I made the server blow.

Bay-tah born scars stitched under neon skin,

Cleared every floor while the rest couldn’t begin.

Solo ghost — no guild, no chain,

Cut through fear, code, and digital pain.

You grind levels, I grind blood and guilt,

Each floor I climb’s another grave I built.

They called me a demon when my swords crossed twice,

Dual-wield doom — life’s just the price.

I don’t play for the fame, I play to atone,

Each scream I hear pulls marrow from bone.

So if you link in thinkin’ you’ll win that fight,

One swing, one spark — lights out, goodnight.

I’m the Dual-Wield Revenant — slash in stereo,

Two blades, one ghost, I’m the glitch you know.

HP drops, HUD fades — you beg for a save,

Say “Link Start” — I make the respawn grave.

Used to be a dreamer with a code-bound mind,

Now I see the ghosts in the datastream grind.

Ah-suh-na’s light cuts through my despair,

But love don’t last in corrupted air.

Laughing Coffin sent whispers through static,

Each kill another hymn, tragic but automatic.

From Sword Art Online to the Underworld’s hell,

Every death a verse in the story I tell.

Gun Gale taught me death’s just code rebranded,

Snipers cried when their shots landed.

Alfheim wings couldn’t lift what I bear,

I bled through the sky, left truth in the air.

You play for trophies — I play for peace,

But the war in my chest don’t ever cease.

No respawn mercy, no developer grace,

These blades my sermons, scars on my face.

You pray for patches — I pray for the end,

Not a savior, not cursed — just truth I defend.

Every world stitched from lies and pain,

I walk the edge where code turns insane.

They call it a game, I call it a tomb,

Every swing I take shakes gods in their room.

You flex avatars, I flex regret,

Each death I cause — one I can’t forget.

From the clearing raids to the blood I spilt,

I’m the glitch that rose where hope got killed.

No guild, no church, no fuckin’ throne,

Just me, two swords, and a will of stone.

You can’t patch a man once he breaks the code,

I’m the revenant king — in dark mode.

I’m the Dual-Wield Revenant — slash in stereo,

Two blades, one ghost, I’m the glitch you know.

HP drops, HUD fades — you beg for a save,

Say “Link Start” — I make the respawn grave.

No hero’s name, no statue of stone,

Just a black coat, two blades, and a soul alone.

Fuck stats, fuck devs, fuck the false cheer,

I carved “Kee-ree-toh” in code — and I’m still here.