Oh…the song of a sorrowful sword rings in the wind

 

Like a terrifying tiger with one roar of my “blue flash”

You may go to hell and serve your time by enumerating

my one or two sins.

 

Oh…my many blooming flowers, my farewell gift is a bloody blossom

Oh…...on my battlefield

My rebellious spirit resounds from its sheath

Tonight, as well……

 

Now I’ll soar with my wings and even if you’re like Buddha

I won’t forgive your injustices

I’ll slash Buddha when I encounter him

And slice open his windpipe

 

As long as, he is severely beheaded

It’s funny seeing you fall to the level of a slave

Leave and become rust on the reflection

of my resolute blade

 

Like the angry roar of a dragon, I’ll descend with my “heavenly imperial wrath”

I’ll make a startled laugh at the sky, it’s not a human act  

It what’s meant to be a monster.

  

Oh…moon reflected on the water, be a fleeting haze

Oh…...by all means

Move to die by my dancing

feathered blades

 

If it’s now like that, hail Amitabha*​!

And let’s meet in the afterlife

Although scattered I’ll still bloom and return to my lotus

For I’ll be reborn here again

 

All night my murdered flower

Had a good crescent moon on her trip to nirvana

I’ll decapitate and offer that detestable bastard ‘s head up

With a penitent prayer

 

Oh…. without cutting a string, my lord is uncertain

Oh…. Proud fox

Live splendidly for

Tonight, as well……

 

Now I’ll soar with my wings and even if you’re like Buddha

I won’t forgive your injustices

I’ll slash Buddha when I encounter him

And slice open his windpipe

 

Approach the conflict with your hand on the sword

To be a warrior stuck in a dilemma here

Clench onto your righteous honour

And stay on the path of the sword.

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*Amitabha - Buddha of Infinite Light