You weren’t just steel… you were my soul... I found you buried deep in the ash, Crimson edge still wet with war’s breath... Not forged for kings, nor born of peace— You were carved from rage… and death. Every battle, every scream, You sang in arcs of silver and red. From bone to marrow, you whispered dreams That only the blood-soaked dead have said... Gut Ripper! My hand feels hollow where you once lay— Gut Ripper! They fall too slow now… they don’t pray. I carved through legions with a lover’s grace, You split their ribs with a kiss to the face— Now I’m alone with shaking hands... You’re gone... and I don’t understand... You pierced the screaming monk through the spine, Dragged up his back ‘til he saw his god— Split the giant like a sacrament, Left the tyrant’s heart beating on the sod. I remember the knight who begged to yield— You went through helm, skull, and eye. You whispered sweetly, twisted slow, And he watched himself… just die. Gut Ripper! My dance was perfect with you near— Gut Ripper! Now I just swing through ghosts and fear! Your edge was cruel, but your will was mine— A blade that wept in every spine! I can’t go on with lesser steel... I can’t forget how real you feel... I screamed your name in the ashes... Dug the battlefield like a man possessed... Clawed through corpses, burned my hands... Swore I'd find you, and I confessed... You were more than a weapon... you were my friend... And without you, I can’t pretend… Gut Ripper! You danced in my grip like fire’s breath— Gut Ripper! Now I’m empty, haunted by your death! I dream of screams and fractured bone, But now I bleed and fall alone… Your name still echoing in my roar... I’ll never love a blade anymore... Gut Ripper... May the wind find your edge again... And lead you back... to my hand...