Edge of the Blade (Wandering)

(Verse 1) One heartbeat, one breath, one blade, A thousand foes, yet none will stay. The world is still; I see it all, A silver edge, before they fall. (Chorus) My hand, my blade, a single line, Sharp and true, by my design. In silence, I carve my way, One perfect strike to end the day. (Verse 2) Each step I take, the path grows long, Yet in my grasp, the edge stays strong. No wasted swing, no faltering hand, In every stroke, I make my stand. (Chorus) My hand, my blade, a single line, Sharp and true, by my design. In silence, I carve my way, One perfect strike to end the day. (Bridge) Not for glory, not for pride, Just the edge, the endless ride. To see the truth in every strike, To find myself as day turns night. (Final Chorus) My hand, my blade, a single line, Sharp and true, by my design. In silence, I carve my way, One perfect strike to end the day.