【Verse 1】 I see the wreckage in your eyes— a throne of rust, a crown of sighs. Once we bled beneath the same wide sky, now a blade divides our lives. I’ve counted every soul I’ve severed, felt their silence in my veins; so don’t mistake this trembling mercy— I know my hands are just as stained. 【Pre-Chorus 1】 If the mirror cracked a different way I’d wear your armor, curse your name; but I have vows that will not bend— for them I raise this sword again. 【Chorus】 I’ll cut through the night, for the light must come; I’ll bear all your sorrows beneath my lungs. Though our paths collide and one must fall, your dreams, your rage, I’ll carry them all. No pity thin as winter sun— I’ll shoulder your shadow till the morning’s won, then lay it down where the daylight runs. 【Verse 2】 The battlefield is loud with ghosts, each shout a debt I can’t repay. Your grief could drown ten thousand worlds— mine would flood them just the same. We are engines born of heartbreak, twin storms that history designed; but I have something worth the bleeding: a fragile dawn I must protect behind. 【Pre-Chorus 2】 So hate me if it keeps you strong; there’s no accord for hearts like ours. Two meteors set to collide— both burning, both doomed to scar. 【Chorus】 I’ll cut through the night, for the light must come; I’ll bear all your sorrows beneath my lungs. Though our fates require one final blow, your hopes, your hurt, I won’t let go. No whispered prayer of hollow grace— I’ll carve you a sunrise through this blaze, and ferry your shadow to a warmer place. 【Bridge – spoken/sung, low and resolute】 If I fall, let the earth remember: we fought as mirrors dressed in flame. If you fall, let the dawn remember: your fire became the torch I claim. 【Final Chorus – soaring, decisive】 I cut through the night, and the light has come; your sorrow and mine now breathe as one. The final hour—no time to run— I swing for the lives still left undone. And when the silence takes its throne, I’ll walk with your shadow toward the sun, and lay it down where the daylight grows— so even in death… your story glows.
