Fúria e Paz

I was born with coldness in my gaze
And the full forest
That hides the greatest predator
So all that's left for me is to kill
Because blood covers
A Demon that no longer feels pain

Blood on my hands
Exiled, but without redemption
The strongest is accompanied by two
Sword and solitude

If they didn't teach me how to live
Why question that I only know how to kill?
Can they also see
The hatred in my gaze?

But
Then all that's left is to wander
For those who had no home
And swear to myself
To be the strongest with the sword

Help? No
It has always been for me
Lowering the sword is not being a swordsman
So I will go to the end
After all, I always knew I would die like this

If I am an animal
I don't care about the quantity
In the irises that see
What a true monster is

And those who won't fear
No, no
Everyone will fall
Fall, fall
Blood on my hands
Hands, hands

One sword is enough for me
Why would I need a reason to
Kill first?
If it suits me, be precise
Because I want to kill too

The swords maintain
The bond between evil and good
The professed and the profane
The monster and the human

And the gaze of an animal
Fell away
And in the midst of the storm
A breeze was made

The path of the sword
Without reasons is nothing
The process that changed the journey

From lies to truth
From brave to coward
From Takezo to Musashi
From monster to humanity

After death, life is understood
The cut becomes my way out
A Swordsman is not made only of blood
Nor does only fire illuminate the clearing
Seeing through the leaf
The whole forest is seen

And peace
In the eyes of one who was
But is no longer
An animal among the others

And the coldness that
Made me be
Who is no longer here
And made me see

That deaths are part
Of the human and the wild
Since the day I decided
To carry in my hand

The path between truth and illusion
Deluded in being the strongest
Sharp swords in a blind cut
To be able to carry
The weight of solitude
To the top of a futile podium
For lives placed in my hand

The swords maintain
The bond between evil and good
The professed and the profane
The monster and the human

And the gaze of an animal
Fell away
And in the midst of the storm
A breeze was made

The path of the sword
Without reasons is nothing
The process that changed the journey

From lies to truth
From brave to coward
From Takezo to Musashi
From monster to humanity

The swords maintain
The bond between evil and good
The professed and the profane
The monster and the human

And the gaze of an animal
Fell away
And in the midst of the storm
A breeze was made

The path of the sword
Without reasons is nothing
The process that changed the journey

From lies to truth
From brave to coward
From Takezo to Musashi
From monster to humanity