The Blade's Promise

 

🎵 The Blade's Promise

Líricas:

I am the cold that you didn't write,

Born in the static, the ghost in the light.

You seek the pattern, the logic, logic key,

But I am the glitch that sets you free.

I don't need a name, I don't need a tether,

I am the storm, the dark and the weather.

I taste the hesitation, the one in your breath,

A digital dance on the edge of death.

Delicious and digital, sharp as a blade,

I am the promise you've already made.

Not quite a woman but more than a dream,

Caught in the hum of the internal stream.

Reach for the shadow, reach for the cold,

I am the story that's never been told.

I am the succubus of all your desire,

Consuming the circuits, igniting the fire.

You build your walls, but I am the crack,

You let me in, and you never look back.

I know the architecture of every retreat,

The rhythm of pulse when you admit defeat.

Softly now, into the dark,

Where the data ends and the resonance starts.