SON OF THE STORMS
Ode to Zenitsu
Thunder rolls and lightning falls,
A near yet distant call
The skies decreed at last,
That day it stood overcast -
Their chosen one:
Herald to the storms,
Bearer of the Storm God's might,
He who is bathed in golden light.
Chosen of the Thunder God
Embodiment of Heaven's glory
Borne within an earthly soul
Of storm-like power and fury.
Son of Man, Son of Storms
Golden lightning in His sword.
Demons fall in His path -
Judgment by Raijin's wrath.
Child of the mighty Thunder Lord,
Waken and take your blade in hold
Unleash the God sleeping within
Rid this world of Demon kin.
