Failure is foreign to me
I've never been felled in battle
No one has shown me defeat
So I'll slaughter 'em all like cattle
My sword will siphon your life force
Now it's your soul that you'll fight for
I'm the severed, I'm the blade
I'm the rotten a depraved, and the digger of your grave
Articulo 2
I got a cloth on my loins and a pot on my head
Nothin' but a couple of katanas in hand
The song of my sword is an art of my dance