[Intro] Boots in the dust Breath in my chest Name on the list Hand on the crest (hey!) [Verse 1] Blood on the training floor Calloused hands Aching bones Want more Family names carved in stone I carry them into the unknown Sworn under lantern light Trembling Still I raised that rite Took that sigil to my skin Promised I would never run again [Chorus] This is the honor I bleed for Standing at the edge of the world Every scar is a vow I stay I am the shield in the demon’s way Call it a burden I call it my pride I wear the corps like armor inside If I fall Let my ashes roar I was a slayer forevermore [Verse 2] Meals in a silent hall Jokes hiding how hard we fall Sharing stories in the dark Of blades that broke Of vanished sparks Eyes of the ones we saved Flash by when I feel afraid If terror claws at my spine I see their faces and draw the line [Pre-Chorus] Every breath a borrowed flame Every dawn Another name On my tongue In my throat Like a battle-cry I wrote [Chorus] This is the honor I bleed for Standing at the edge of the world Every scar is a vow I stay I am the shield in the demon’s way Call it a burden I call it my pride I wear the corps like armor inside If I fall Let my ashes roar I was a slayer forevermore [Bridge] Privilege to stand in hell (hey!) Side by side We never tell How much it hurts How much it costs To guard the living from the lost [Call & Response] Lead: Who are we? Gang: Corps of crimson dawn! Lead: What do we leave? Gang: Fear on the ground we walk! Lead: How do we die? Gang: With our blades held high! All: With our blades held high! [Chorus] This is the honor I bleed for Standing at the edge of the world Every scar is a vow I stay I am the shield in the demon’s way Call it a burden I call it my pride I wear the corps like armor inside If I fall Let my ashes roar I was a slayer forevermore [Outro] Boots in the dust Breath in my chest If this is the end Carve on my rest: “I had the privilege To stand in the dark I was the light Of the demon slayer corps”

metal, Arena-sized pop metal banger with male vocals; chugging, palm-muted guitars lock to a punchy, modern kick, then explode into soaring, harmonized chorus lines. Verses stay tense and rhythmic with syncopated toms and tight vocal doubles; chorus opens wide with stacked gang vocals and bright lead guitar octaves. Middle section hits a halftime stomp with shouted call-and-response before a climactic final hook and triumphant dual-guitar outro., pop

Corp of Crimson Dawn