Centuries of terrestrial life force flowing through our fingertips. Spirits of our ancestors guiding our hands. Supernatural entities benevolent and fused with nature, blessing our minds with endearing wisdom and the passion of warriors. A lone stranger will come to save us.
A brewing tempest in the skin of a man. Brace for stainless steel, rendered useless by hand carven passion of the arrow wood.
We willing martyrs will die to grant our people their better days. Warrior bloodlines flow through me. In the midst of battle, an omnipotent stranger appears and shakes the Earth with thunder in his words. "I am the silence in piercing sound. Keep me close to you now. I am the shadow that tames the moon and paints the earth. When you feel the heat of that crushing moment, stand by me and never feel alone. I am the silence in piercing sound. I am the night."