A Shaded Blade

Mine is a shade of black so old
Mine is a shade of black so cold
Don't judge him, he didn't do it
Oh no

Mine is a blade of rust, of bone
Mine is a blade, cuts deep, cuts slow
Don't judge him, he didn't do it
Oh no
And drove him seething into it, so slow
Fighting it down with every last breath
Holding his head above the shore

Mine is a shade of black so old
Mine is a shade of black so cold
Don't judge him, he didn't do it
Oh no
And drove him seething into it so slow
Fighting it down with every last breath
Fighting it down above the rest
Shouting it out, the fire it won't let go