Passing over space and time, steadily ascending a far off peak, a magnificent entry
The compass gives birth the future that I imagine, adjusting the "range", I solve the "warrior"
Passing over space and time, steadily ascending a far off peak, a magnificent entry
That heart is a "drawn sword", brandishing the "sound", it's samurai mania
Slipping into hakama, with a sword in my departing hands
On the main drag, downtown; xxxx
I got into the rhythm, without waiting for the advanced match
It's easy to die, how far do the tests go?
Six swords between all of them; will things go well for us, who have fear going through our minds?
Casually we take them out, and kick the crap out of them
My allies are always in sight, kicking them around all they can
An original concept, abolishing common sense; gazing at the spoils, I'm hawk that hides his sharpened claws
The will that's put into a sharpened sword, a burning fighting spirit, going in headlong
At least I realize that the depths of the bottom can't be seen; an unheard of crash is already in range
The latest noise is being delivered, the signal for the onslaught; a dash with a flying sensation
A line connects your point to my point
A point of view is a straight line, the fire has already arrived at the fuse
Passing over space and time, steadily ascending a far off peak, a magnificent entry
The compass gives birth the future that I imagine, adjusting the "range", I solve the "warrior"
Passing over space and time, steadily ascending a far off peak, a magnificent entry
That heart is a "drawn sword", brandishing the "sound", it's samurai mania
Aiming for the top, that's the condition
I express my sword in the form of a mic
I flip the mic, and a thunderstorm comes
Is my mic here? There? Where is it?
The rhythm is building up, that's an ism
A dangerous test to test me with
Cutting straight ahead, hitting the target brings excitement
Mind, embryo, decay Everyone is horrified
Passing over space and time, steadily ascending a far off peak, a magnificent entry
The compass gives birth the future that I imagine, adjusting the "range", I solve the "warrior"
Passing over space and time, steadily ascending a far off peak, a magnificent entry
That heart is a "drawn sword", brandishing the "sound", it's samurai mania