Lyric

I carry a line of frost in my hand

Forged from silence not land

It remembers every oath I broke

Every mercy I never spoke

It drinks the light and stays awake

When promises begin to shake

No crown no throne no holy sign

Just weight of will and tempered time

I learned the shape of breath and fear

By standing close to vanishing

Steel does not forgive or pray

It only knows the way

I am the cut that chooses

The pause before the fall

A blade is not the violence

It answers to the call

I draw myself from shadow

I disappear in flame

If I leave a scar behind

It will not speak my name

Blood is warm but truth is cold

The edge decides what can be told

In every strike a question asked

In every block a shattered mask

I walk a road that makes no sound

Each step is loss and ground

My reflection splits in two

One survives the one is you

When hands are shaking faith is thin

The edge becomes the spine within

I am the cut that chooses

The pause before the fall

A blade is not the violence

It answers to the call

I draw myself from shadow

I disappear in flame

If I leave a scar behind

It will not speak my name

I do not dream of victory

Only balance kept

Between the wish to disappear

And a vow I never slept

I sheath the storm inside my chest

Until the moment comes

Not to win or to be seen

But to end what was begun

I am the line that opens

When all the doors are gone

I am the echo after fear

The proof you carried on

When the dust has finally fallen

And hands release the pain

The blade returns to silence

Still without a name