No less walk on earth, water, air, fire
The elements compose a magnum opus
My modus operandi is amalgam.
A battlecry of a hawk make a dove fly and a tear dry
Wonder why a lone wolf don't run with the klan
Only trust instincts and be one with the plan.
Some days, some nights
Some live, some die
In the way of the samurai
Some fight, some bleed
Sun up to sun down
The sons of a battlecry ...
Nouveau départ. Nouvelles aventures ... A la prochaine, ou pas.