The winds of magic are blowing again My mind has been sharpened, my sword is the same The banner of my house is dancing alive My country's good people are faced with the knife
For years I've been training the discipline of steel To fight with soft hardness, with mercy to kill The swordsmen I've trained would follow me to death So singing our songs we will now march on
To the feast of live steel
Onward to Glory or Death
Traditions old from ancient times Warriors create civilizations Sweet is the task for those who dare The blossomed war can change the whole world
Animal instincts have no place If our world is to be made better So act with honour and fairness For a dog's death awaits the traitors
Secrets of the blade hidden from the sight The warrior's true power is always inside Cut deep in the darkness you hide deep inside Find what is obscure and then bring it to light
Know your own self before your enemy Then your sword as your own extension you'll see To sharpen your mind is to sharpen your blade Remember your training and you will win
To the feast of live steel
Onward to Glory or Death
The power or mortals derives from symbols and gods A true force of nature rapidly you must become Understanding the truth sets you free and lets you shine That is why Swordmasters need to be Philosophers
Swords are gleaming in the light Force of honesty and might Web of steel protects the rise Of Philosophy's sunriseTeksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
