歌词
(Verse 1)[calm piano under the verse] In the moon’s icy grasp, shadows intertwine, Two souls collide, their destinies malign. One wields a blade forged from holy metal, it's debt already settled. The other holds a blade forged of sorrow’s steel, Weighted by countless lives, with only pain to feel.
[add tension](Pre-Chorus) He fights for the fallen, their silent cries, Names etched in memory, stars in the skies. Their faces unknown, yet their pain he feels, A vigilante of justice, spinning fate’s wheels.
(Chorus) Blades sing through the night, a symphony of strife, Echoes of vengeance, the rhythm of life. The moon weeps silver tears, casting its light, As they duel on the edge of oblivion’s height.
(Verse 2) The other, a guardian, fierce and unyielding, His blade a tempest, ancestral power revealing. Eyes holding secrets, scars etched deep within, A legacy of protectors broken due to his sin.
(Pre-Chorus) He guards his own life, a fragile flame, Against the reaper’s wrath, he stakes his claim. No soul escaped the avenger’s blade, no blood ties, Yet he fights to survive, under moonlit skies.
(Chorus) Blades sing through the night, a symphony of strife, Echoes of vengeance, the rhythm of life. The moon weeps silver tears, casting its light, As they duel on the edge of oblivion’s height.
(Bridge) Their katanas whisper tales of ancient grudges, Forgotten realms, gods, and forbidden judges. One seeks redemption, the other, release, Their clash a symphony, a desperate peace.
(Interlude) Steel meets steel, sparks ignite the void, Footwork a ballet, fate’s threads coiled. The moon’s witness, silent and impartial, As they carve destiny into the night’s marble.
(Chorus) Blades sing through the night, a symphony of strife, Echoes of vengeance, the rhythm of life. The moon weeps silver tears, casting its light, As they duel on the edge of oblivion’s height.
(Outro) Sunrise paints the horizon in hues of crimson, Their final dance, a requiem for lives undone. The avenger, weary yet resolute, gazes above, His foe’s lifeblood staining the earth he loves.
[relief tension] As dawn breaks, he stumbles, chest pierced through, But a smile graces his lips, memories anew. He whispers, “I’ve lived well,” as shadows convert to shade, Both souls released, and their lives quickly fade.
