China's songs of old
a warriors swords of beautiful bloods
a gladiator of old with a kill anew
a beautiful victory of death
a devil's call an agent has heard
a generational warriors curse
for in old age wisdom shall come
a lion's cub pride of a flourishing hunt

a home of songs,dance and phenomenon beauty
a Cubs joy of victory, honour of pain
a smile to the sky,thousand torment of blood to his hands
the emperor seal and Mark of varlour
the packs pride for being a lone wolf of hell
every fairies choice,a man with an amour of gold and hands of blood

I have no regrets for I do my country proud
a song of ancestors appraise are heard
a name to my name, but a curse of heavenly joy I mane
cause a generation warrior curse are passed down not by genes but by myths and folks

an untold knowledge of passed legends
my country's honour and pride for a thing I ought to do
but know not about,I tend to do
my highest aim of a legends failure
a warriors curse of old
cause in old age my wisdom shall come
I am a proud and happy branch of tree
standing tall in my country's fence
red roses are liquids to my sword
for wine I shall take unto my brother's soul awake
none armed I shall spare alive
for I kill,or shall be killed
an emperor's order I shall will,
for this is a warriors plight of China ever green

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