A last silent cry
Cried out by millions of people
The certainty to be close to death

The souls escape from the dying ones
They flee and come to terms with themselves
They melt to an incarnation of power
Formed like a sword

Created in order to kill
Created in order to free ...
From the claws of this beast which kills every life

The sword of vengeance
The sword of wrath
The power of peace
The power of death

The witch knows what to do
She feels the power of the weapon
Created in order to wreak vengeance

She lets the sword shine above the world
A sign for the return of the "thunder warriors"
The "legion of doom" of modern age