(Verse 1) A blade like breath, a motion pure, Drawn in silence, swift and sure. One heartbeat’s span, then all is still, A single stroke, a sharpened will. (Chorus) Single point, silent strike, A moment’s edge, the flash of light. With calm, I wait, I see— The Void reveals its truth to me. (Verse 2) To draw and strike in seamless flow, Each movement light, each motion low. My hand, my blade, one flawless line, In steel and soul, I am defined. (Chorus) Single point, silent strike, A moment’s edge, the flash of light. In every clash, I find my place, A warrior’s truth, a steady grace. (Recitation) Not the darkness the dead call, Not the cold abyss, devoid of all. The Void I seek, beyond the fray— Is clarity, the warrior’s Way. (Bridge) The Void is not what we cannot know, But where, in stillness, truth will grow. Not empty dark, but clarity— Where all confusion ceases to be. (Verse 3) In practice deep, day by day, With spirit calm and mind at bay, When clouds of doubt at last recede, The Void reveals the path I need. (Chorus) Single point, silent strike, A moment’s edge, the flash of light. With calm, I wait, I see— The Void unveils its Way to me.