The snow attacks, 40 miles per hour They scream... unnecessary noise Fear is inefficient The father holds the pitchfork wrong Death pattern: 23 percent Five nekkers in the snow A high-pitched sound, inefficient The leader jumps, but a shadow Moves faster than the storm Two blades, steel humming A medallion of the serpent No wasted movement Pure logic. It's beautiful. "I want to go with you" "I want to learn efficiency" Goodbye to the valley, the fear, the noise Welcome to the Blood Abyss Welcome to the Sound of Silence Gorthwr Gwaed, a hole in the ground Ivar, the Master: "You used three moves" "You are not a bear, you are a viper" Speed and precision are constants The blade's angle, five degrees wrong The Grasses on the table, I won't fight Fire in the veins, 180 beats The body fights, I observe the pain Pain is an inevitability They improved me... "I want to go with you" "I want to learn efficiency" Goodbye to the valley, the fear, the noise Welcome to the Blood Abyss I am the Sound of Silence I am... efficient.
