The Song of Poetry at Night

The blue thunder flashes with the anger of the troubled world, the heroic warriors chant obscure Sanskrit, the sword energy is erratic, the sword light flashes, the spirits of heaven and earth are raging and rushing incessantly. When the world-destroying black flames come, the wind is fierce and the rain is pouring, but the spiritual flowers of the blood sacrifice will never wither, because the blood of the heroic spirits will never be extinct!