Blood that tears through,
Feeds the ground,
With a single aim,
Fells the enemy.

That mighty warrior,
Whose sword's edge,
Shines like lightning,
Holds a burning fire within his heart.

In the battlefield echoes,
The saga of his roar,
The enemy's army,
Trembles and flees in fear.

Not just physical strength,
But a secret in his heart,
Writes tales of valor,
In the style of love and sacrifice.

That warrior is immortal,
Whose courage never wavers,
Overcomes every challenge,
But can't chase the love.

Destroyed all the clans,
Buried men alive,
With his strength and courage,
He ruled the entire world.

His words like a sharp blade,
With the ability to change his fate,
But I don't know why,
He can't handle love.

It's a true word...