The body, the mind, the target, the shape
The breath, the hand, the weapon, the weight
The silence, the sound, the tide, the wake
The sword, the spirit, the soul
Ablaze.

The bird slips out of my hand, and into the heart of the enemy
The bird slips out of my hand,
Plunges into the heart

The strike, the union, the quest, the aim
The perfect momentum, the unyielding haze
The focus, the tide, the void, the space
The domain of self

The bird slips out of my hand, and into the heart of the enemy
The bird slips out of my hand,
Plunges into the heart