[Intro]

[Verse]
She walks like a shadow, blade hung at her side,
A flick of her wrist—moonlight bleeds into steel.
No war cry, no warning, just ice in her eyes,
The night holds its breath when her footsteps reveal.

(“Patience. Let their pulse betray them.”)
She counts every heartbeat, maps veins like a trail,
A huntress who strikes where the moonlight turns pale.

[Chorus]
Oh, Cold Moon’s Edge—cut the dark where you sing,
A sword forged from silence, the reckoning you bring.
No crown, no throne—just the steel’s hollow claim:
The wolf bows to nothing, and the blade feels no shame.

[Break]

[Verse]
They say she’s a storm wrapped in armor and pride,
A duel left unspoken, a scar she won’t hide.
Her cloak drinks the shadows, her stare breaks the weak,
But honor still shackles the violence she keeps.

(“Regret? A misstep. Strike again.”)
She’ll carve through your armor but spare you the lie—
A killer with no gods, a wolf asking why.

[Chorus]
Oh, Cold Moon’s Edge—cut the dark where you sing,
A sword forged from silence, the reckoning you bring.
No crown, no throne—just the steel’s hollow claim:
The wolf bows to nothing, and the blade feels no shame.

[Instrumental]

[Break]

[Bridge]
Hush—did the shadows just whisper a name?
(“A blade once matched, now ash…”)
Does the steel ever ache for a rival’s cold touch?
(“No. A mistake, once learned, is never made twice.”)

[Chorus]
Oh, Cold Moon’s Edge—tear the dawn where you swing,
A crack in the night where the fallen still twist.
No prayers, no laws—just the edge of her flame:
The wolf’s final lesson: the blade’s only name.

[Outro]
Strike first. Strike last. Waste nothing.
(Precision. No second strikes.)
Her legend’s a hymn sung in blood, steel, and frost—
The moon keeps its receipts, and she’s paid in full.