There is miasma in the atmosphere
I enjoy the feel of the sword
Because once my sword and I are one
We are the ultimate weapons that one possess

Let us rush through the ranks of Wutaians
Sweeping thrusts of the sword cracking bones
These weaklings are like ants beneath my boots
Crushed by the purest form of my energy

Let us crush these weak soldiers
Unfit to be named after the mighty
Soldiers of the past whom I defeated
But I respect for being courageous

Dangerous times call for dangerous manouvers
The laws of war are defied by my calm reactions
Humans are weak and full of harmful emotions
That is what makes me different from them

I can almost feel the terror that they feel
The soldiers quaking in their armoured feet
Their fearful eyes watching my every movement
Sword in hand, I have become One once again