Soul Edge / Soul Calibur

Lyrics

I am whatever the empty hand seeks.
A heavy zweihander, a needle of frost.
The grip splices into the radial nerve,
Before the brain knows what the body has lost.
A hero steps forward to vanquish the dark,
A tyrant steps up to inherit the crown.
I shift in the fingers, I answer the spark,
I am made out of starlight, I am made out of bone.

Oh, the red weeping eye and the blue holy glass.
We shatter to splinters, we endlessly mass.
But here is the terror I keep from the grip,
The secret I hold when the balances slip:
If you chisel the prism, if you peel back the rind,
We are the same parasite. We live in the mind.

You kneel at the altar, you feed the dark vein.
A millennium swinging in circles of rust.
The pupil contracts in the iron crossguard,
While the spirit-edge sings through the courtyard dust.
I weigh exactly three point two kilos of dread,
Or the same in pure grace. It settles the hand.
They think I am two. They think there's a choice.
But the demon and angel use the exact same voice.

I dread the long silence.
The dust on the floor.
When the ages stop looking to settle a debt.
When they finally realize the loop is a cage,
And the holy crusade is a thing to forget.
Two snakes in an orbit, locked by the jaw,
Afraid of the moment the faithful withdraw.

Oh, the red weeping eye and the blue holy glass.
We shatter to splinters, we endlessly mass.
But here is the terror I keep from the grip,
The secret I hold when the balances slip:
If you chisel the prism, if you peel back the rind,
We are the same parasite. We live in the mind.

Just waiting for a hand.
Pick me up.
Claim the light.
Claim the slaughter.
It tastes the same to me.
We are just waiting for the coin to drop.