Soul Edge... Soul Edge
This is a weapon bathed in blood and hate many times
It was considered immortal in its prime
Kinda broad, see the angry demon eye at its core
And everybody called this pure evil sword the Soul Edge
Soul Edge.... Soul Edge... Mean Soul Edge... Soul Edge

Nobody seemed to know what Edge looks like
It could be a tonfa, an axe, or a pike
Not like Excalibur, as you may have guessed
But please, you don't want to be possessed by Soul Edge

Somebody said its blade's destructible
Which can be struck by the Excalibur of Souls
Don't let that evil blade fall in your hand
But its spirit was that of a rude maleficent man, Soul Edge
Soul Edge.... Soul Edge... Mean Soul Edge... Soul Edge

Then came the day, the birth of the "Evil Seed"
There'll be no blood for this sword to bleed
Somewhat it's makin' you lose control
And everybody thought they won't sell their souls to Edge

Through the swords and the souls from a living hell
Walked a pirate of man most warriors knew well
Grabbed a short sword that had the barrel of a gun
And his name was no one but Cervantes de Leon, Soul Edge
Soul Edge.... Soul Edge... Mean Soul Edge... Soul Edge

When being watched over the almighty ones
The warriors searching for it, still barring none
Several knights scrambled from the battlefield
Who would ever be strong enough to wield Soul Edge

When bad guys become good and vice-versa
Whoever holds it may suffer pressure
Even the almighty ones become prayed
Everybody gazes the existential blade of Soul Edge
Soul Edge.... Soul Edge... Mean Soul Edge... Soul Edge

From the Proving Grounds to the Money Pit
I can barely find out the good side of it
This isn't a saber called Claymore
At the darkest underground lies a evil sword, Soul Edge
Soul Edge.... Soul Edge... Mean Soul Edge... Soul Edge.... Soul Edge... Mean Soul Edge