[awwlie]

''never meet your idols''

A lone blade sings like a fang,

thirsting for what once went wrong.

Arisen to meet flesh it would taste,

and paint the ground beneath in haste.

Purpose giveth meaning for all,

songs of agony meet in fall.

Select your battle before the season wane,

waste not a minute in fear of cries.

Become part of your blades will,

do not fear its intent to kill.

 For steel and soul are one in fight,

in the end there is no light.