Surviving many years of training, the boy - now a young man - attains the rank of Guardian, and with it, the renowned symbol of their rank: the Guardian's blade. Eager to prove his worth, the young Guardian departs the stronghold to confront those who cause imbalance… They come and conquer; No mortal stronger than a warrior supreme Or so they make it seem Scars and blood Rust and mud To terrorize the soft and meek A blustering technique Wild and raucous Loud and pompous they drift from street to street Always dodging from defeat I see the fear that's hidden in their eyes True valor never yields; a charlatan's the first to run and hide No escape so now you must decide Beg for your life, or be buried with your pride Step forward, charlatan Pay for your lies My steel will separate the ones who dare pretend Today you die! Through many years And bloody tears I cursed the sky for I was weak Vengeance I did seek Forego my name Renounce my claim And a guardian was born On my blood an oath was sworn I have tasted from the cup of pain I have endured the countless lashes gave and never looked away I have spat into the face of death You cannot take when there is nothing leftTeksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
