ONE SWORD – ONE FATE

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Amid ten thousand worlds, no gods dare rise,

A blade is drawn, it splits the skies.

Thunder roars in heaven’s wrath,

Winds howl, yet I walk my path.

To Than stands with steel-like soul,

No wound can shake, no pain control.

Alone I stand through storm and flame,

The fire in me stays just the same.

Defying fate like birds that soar,

No dust can cling, no rules to floor.

My sword, it cries through endless night,

A flash that cleaves the dark in flight.

Who dares to stand with eyes so clear,

When dreams collapse, and death draws near?

Who walks the storm with fearless breath,

Dancing between life and death?

To Than fights not just to live—

But bends the stars with hands so stiff.

A single hand, a will of steel,

Commands a thousand blades to kneel.

I burn the sky, I tear the cloud,

I march where doom may scream out loud.

Though cliffs await and death may grin,

I step ahead—no fear within.

Let armies come and storms descend,

My sword will blaze until the end.

The waves may crash, the world may cry,

But I won't bow, I will defy.

My breath roars loud like dragons’ call,

My dream stands strong, through rise and fall.

Though chaos comes to drown the light,

Its flame in me still burns so bright.

The winds may wail, the skies may bend,

This soul won’t break, I won’t pretend.

To Than laughs while worlds may shake—

Victory’s mine, no vow to make.

In countless realms where fate runs wild,

I walk with calm, forever styled.

The wheel of doom, I cut in two,

No thread shall bind what I pursue.

One sword in hand, so cold, so near—

Ten thousand troops won’t dare draw near.

To Than walks where gods won’t tread—

Alive, unbound, no oath to shed.