Flying Daggers Lyrics

The tent is still, the lights burn low,

He stands with blades, ready to throw.

I hold my breath, the crowd looks on,

One sharp move, and I'm gone.

His aim is true, his hand is still,

The air is tense, the danger real.

I feel the blade as it leaves his hand,

A deadly dance we understand.

Flying daggers, cutting near,

Dancing with danger, embracing fear.

One wrong slip, and it's my end,

But in his hands, I trust, my friend.

A flash of steel, so close to skin,

The silent threat that pulls me in.

Each throw's a gamble, every toss,

Balancing life on the edge of loss.

The crowd gasps, but I stand tall,

Facing the blades, I feel it all.

This is our game, the razor's flight,

We live for this moment, caught in the light.

Flying daggers, cutting near,

Dancing with danger, embracing fear.

One wrong slip, and it's my end,

But in his hands, I trust, my friend.

The final blade, a breath away,

But I know we'll live to play another day.

Flying daggers, hearts collide,

In this circus of death, we survive.

Flying daggers, cutting near,

Dancing with danger, embracing fear.

One wrong slip, and it's my end,

But in his hands, I trust, my friend.

The final blade, a breath away,

But I know we'll live to play another day.

Flying daggers, hearts collide,

In this circus of death, we survive.