| There is an ill wind |
| Howling through walls |
| Voices grim calling my name |
| Inception of sorrow and hate |
| Darkness is claiming |
| The rays of the sun |
| By closing my eyes I realize |
| I can’t recognize what I’ve become |
| Bushido’s bearing |
| Nothing but words |
| Shadows of shame draw me |
| Imposter, a traitor of blade |
| The depths of the bleak mist |
| The realm of the void |
| I head Izanami’s voice hollow luring |
| But I won’t follow |
| Silently the rivers stay still |
| Nor light or dark emerges from the nothingness |
| Silently my sword aims for the kill |
| Dancing like a petal in storm, cutting through blight |
| Sakura slowly fall from the sky glowing faint, dark light |
| Stillness is gained only through the absence of dread |
| Fear of death is nothing but an obstacle for a perfect strike |
| My mind is trying to keep me sane, I’ll run away |
| My heart is bound to meet my fate, dying through my foes diving blade |
| If one only studies the strategy of war, one only becomes a mere student of war |
| By knowing the shallow, the deep, the small is the only way to evade the fall |
| Sacred words of will and dare now fade away |
| The meaning for my path is vague and in my rage |
| I’ll take the trail to my disgrace to run and hide |
| But my soul is bound to see the end to fall and die |
| Silently the rivers stay still |
| Nor light or dark emerges from the nothingness |
| Silently my sword aims for the kill |
| Dancing like a petal in storm yet, now crushed to shards |
| Sakura slowly fall from the sky glowing blood-red light |
| Izanami revealed |
| Her face torn and lurid |
| Depths revealing under, all oaths broken |
| Burnt blossoms on the ground |
| I should’ve seen the true Sakura omen |
| Horizon with these abnormal sights |
| Disfigured beings screaming gods |
| Yet I embrace my fate, my downfall |
| For the battle of mind and flesh is now gone |
| Redemption is done |