Track Insight / Lyrics
Snapshots in moonlight, on concrete and stone
Amidst Paris' silent heart, neon signs asleep like moths back home
I step into the shadows, blades unsheathed in hand
Echoes of the past, whispers by the threaded land
Midnight terrace whispers secrets, raindrops on silken skin
Silver's edge a symphony, dancing motes spin and grin
Each place I've wandered, each life I've touched and left behind
Marks like scars upon the steel, my blade a witcher's mind
OH! In shadowed solace, I've found my second life
A ghostly repertoire, etched in polished strife
Through crystal nights and morning dawns, I'll keep this blade so bright
Until the dawn's insistent light, I'll pantomime a hero's flight
Midnight blade requiem, song of silver and of night
Whispers secrets whispered low, in shadows twining tight
Each starry Parisian sky, a mirrored blade's pale face
Requiem of the silent blade, a witcher's haunted grace
Rooftop alleys, cobbled streets, a ghostly minuet unfolds
Motes of moonlight waltzing, as blade and I colossally stroll
In narrow passageways, echoes fade like breathed-out sighs
The city's heartbeat rhythmic, lulling the midnight skies
OH! In shadowed solace, I've found my second life
A ghostly repertoire, etched in polished strife
Through crystal nights and morning dawns, I'll keep this blade so bright
Until the dawn's insistent light, I'll pantomime a hero's flight
Midnight blade requiem, song of silver and of night
Whispers secrets whispered low, in shadows twining tight
Each starry Parisian sky, a mirrored blade's pale face
Requiem of the silent blade, a witcher's haunted grace
When dawn's first light caresses, and darkness flees the scene
The blade and I retreating, like ghosts unseen
In shadowed tavern corners, I nurse my morning ire
Pouring out the night's confessions, in rye and bitter fire
Midnight blade requiem, song of silver and of night
Whispers secrets whispered low, in shadows twining tight
Each starry Parisian sky, a mirrored blade's pale face
Requiem of the silent blade, a witcher's haunted grace
In moonlit afterglow, the blade and I align
A fleeting tango, an impermanent shrine
Until the city's pulse awakes, and I put away the steel
In shadowed dreams I'll find my midnight blade, forever healed.
