In the heart of the storm, where the echoes are born, Swords clash, lightning flash, a new legend is torn. Stride through the rain, every gain wrapped in pain, Thunder's cry, in the sky, where the brave remain. Heavenly thunder, a dance of blades, Strike like lightning, where shadows fade. Echoes of steel, on the battlefield's stage, In the rhythm of the storm, we engage. Twirl and spin, let the tempest begin, Flash of steel, feel the zeal, it's a sin to give in. With each move, in the groove, we improve and prove, In the dance, by chance, we find our groove. Heavenly thunder, a dance of blades, Strike like lightning, where shadows fade. Echoes of steel, on the battlefield's stage, In the rhythm of the storm, we engage. Surge of power, in the hour of the fight, Swordsmen tower, with the might of the night. Each stroke a note in the symphony of clash, Under the moon's watch, our spirits dash. Heavenly thunder, a dance of blades, Strike like lightning, where shadows fade. Echoes of steel, on the battlefield's stage, In the rhythm of the storm, we engage. As the storm calms, and the thunder fades, The dance of swords, in memory stays. Carved in the silence of the night's embrace, A ballet of blades, no time can erase.
