Love is the last line of defense, where God is already silent, and the Witness still holds up the sky.
Tension pulses in taut veins,
Driving not heat – but an electric charge.
We hold the line on shattered slopes,
Where the world’s facade has crumbled into dust.
(Click)
Threat freezes in the cracks of concrete,
A leaden glint burns in the pupils.
To kill for you – the highest icon,
The finger on the trigger no longer trembles.
(Shot)
Instead of letters – we clean our weapons,
On the map of silence – the final border.
Love is armor between death and you,
Because I know: there is one for whom I live.
(Clang)
Forgive? No. That is for those who haven’t seen
How the sky folds into black fabric.
We are the guard at the break of boundless times,
Where eternity and loss are one canvas.
(Explosion)