Chronicles of the Dao-Seeking Immortal

All beings fall silent, so I make my sword sing; the world has no song, so I become the melody!

The heavens are mute, but the chivalrous spirit rings clear; all beings crawl, while the hero stands alone!

Fate gives me shackles, so I turn them into strings; rumors weave a cage, so I peck through it with my beak as a blade!