[Verse 1] In the silent cradle of the void, the Dark Sword opens its eyes. One swing splits the ancient night, and the first rhythm spills into time. From that shimmering fracture, the Wood Pulse rises like dawn. A star-born tree with galaxy branches weaving the skeleton of a newborn world. [Pre-Chorus] The trembling World Core awakens, shaking out futures like sparks. When the Three align as one, the universe breathes a cosmic supreme light. [Chorus] Dark Sword, cut through the shadows. Wood Spirit, cradle the living spark. World Spiral, ignite the trembling horizon. Let the cosmic supreme groove resound. Destruction and creation are only steps in this dance. Across the endless starfields, let rebirth thunder again. [Verse 2] The iron blade carves a path, a prophecy etched in motion. Roots drink the memories of planets, leaves sketch the orbits of galaxies. This wavering world keeps shifting, a vessel on the sea of choices. Its instability is proof that life is cosmic supreme in motion. [Bridge] The blade sings. The tree prays. The world begins to spin. When the Three resonate as one, the cosmos cries out anew— a newborn roar of light whispering cosmic supreme into eternity. [Final Chorus] Dark Sword, sever the stagnant night. Wood Pulse, let every seed awaken. World Flame, set the future blazing. Dance the cosmic supreme genesis forever. Even if darkness gathers, this groove will never fade. We will keep singing the space opera of rebirth.
