| He stands in the form so total
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| Even gods are watching in awe
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| Essence of calm, pure concentration and
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| Perfect void of the mind
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| Everything from the years of training
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| Will array in a technique pure
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| Years dancing with steel, we’ll see
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| What he has been living for…
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| Rise up — and see beyond the eyes
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| Rise up — and gain the focus which gives no room for ties
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| Sound hands holding the blade
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| Eyes fixed to his grip inferior
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| Roar of the battle withers to silent clatter
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| Time slows down to motion
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| Where stir of the dust can be seen
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| One year, a second in this moment
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| Of bloody scene, and he moves…
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| With the swift pace unrivaled
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| Unseen by the aspirants' eyes and
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| He knows in his heart so unbridled
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| That he’ll soon execute the flawless…
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| Strike!
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| Strike!
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| Strike! | 
| Through the laws earthly, break them!
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| Strike! | 
| With the power of a content mind
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| First the silence breaks yet time stands still
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| He flows through the air, through the adversary’s form
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| Through enemy’s frame
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| Perfect execution leaving in scorn halved shadow of a man
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| Startled confusion starting to breed in the midst of the horde, and he moves…
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| With the swift pace unrivaled
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| Unseen by the aspirants' eyes and
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| He knows in his heart so unbridled
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| That he’ll soon execute the flawless…
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| Strike!
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| Strike!
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| Strike! | 
| Through the laws earthly, break them!
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| Strike! | 
| With the power of a content mind |