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.