Digimon - Seven Blades, One Oath (Habakirimon's Song)

An AI song about Habakirimon from Digimon. #anime #digimon #habakirimon #digimontamers #digimonnewgeneration #digimoncybersleuth #digimonstorycybersleuthhackersmemory #digimontimestranger #digimonstorytimestranger #digimonbeatbreak #taichi Check out more Digimon songs here:    • Digimon Songs   Check out more anime songs here:    • Anime Songs   Interested in a personalised song? For custom songs tailored to your vision, please contact: mianbaobusiness@gmail.com Lyrics: Before the archives named me, sword schools kept the tale Passed mouth to mouth through eastern halls where written records fail A god once broke the world apart, then forged the earth anew I stood beside that ruin as the retainer whom he knew He spent his strength recreating what our fury had undone Then vanished from the new-made earth before its age begun I kept his silent castle while uncounted seasons passed A vow survives the absence when the one who made it lasts Seven blades, one oath, every edge obeys my mind Aramasa falls at once; no refuge waits behind Futsushimitama gathers every current through my frame One cut leaves the earth in ash; devotion feeds the flame Four arms were shaped for battle, not for worship from afar I close the space between us underneath a golden star A Virus marks my data; it does not command my blade Power takes its meaning from the vow for which it’s made When my master stood beside me, his blessing filled my core For one brief span I matched the god whose wrath remade the shore I never sought his throne or asked the world to know my name To stand where he commanded was the measure of my fame Seven blades, one oath, every edge obeys my mind Aramasa falls at once; no refuge waits behind Futsushimitama gathers every current through my frame One cut leaves the earth in ash; devotion feeds the flame A newer age awakened me through Murasamemon’s blade When Kyo faced the hunger that the White Core’s darkness made He called for something stronger; gold broke open through the night I rose to cut the chain apart, not feed a hollow fight The White Core drove MarinDevimon, fed by anguish deep Its hunger climbed above the waves, too violent to keep I drew my aura through the sword and burned a path of gold One strike tore the man away and broke the Core’s dark hold I carry both the ruin and the world that followed through A blade that served destruction can divide a prison too The hand that swings for loyalty must know the chosen cause Power without judgment is a god without a law The ancient castle keeps its watch beneath a fading sun Yet every age creates a vow, and mine is not yet done Beside Kyo’s golden path, my seven edges shine I wait, I guard, I strike, because the choice of service is mine