L'école du micro d'argent [English translation]

Sat cross-legged, i meditated for hours until now

On the top of my mountain, i can't manage to empty my mind (1)

I focus on my diagphram, i'm increasing my power

The hidden beast inside me is awaking

I've finished my mental preparation -

They will experience the matchless style of the Serval (2)

The 4 winds blow, increasing my power

Months-long of hard work exacerbated my senses

I deliberately unbalanced myself

So that the Yang side could dominate

The feet well put on the ground

I draw the last physical energy from the nature, foster mother. (3)

I lead the troops to fight and defeat

The pylwood warriors from the school of the -wooden microphone- (4)

Our banner floats at the crest of the tsunami

Proudly announcing the attack of the silver microphone

In the right middle of the battlefield (5)

I spread terror when i hit with my sword, thrust and cut

I'm feeling the feline's soul possessing me

At this stage, only blood grants me pleasure

My claws fund the colours of the Empire

Becoming even more bigger than Alexander's one, which i am the Defender

My saber sparkles, i meditate, crouched under the branches of a willow

Cry, I defend the honour of my school, son

The third eye scans the ground, the tactic

Practicing, sweeping out the enemy (6)

Physically, my furtive moves;

The nature of my spirit develop the basis of my strategy

So i stand in the clickety, surrounded by enemys' weapons

But i have an entire army under my spell

Ready to die, for the glory of my flag

I gathered all the valorous barbaric warriors

Double quick, "sent packing", the letters, (7)

Pursued the betrayers, according to the education of my masters

I relentlessly spit ashes

And will keep slaughtering until the name AKH become a legend (8 )

Because the alpha soldier, is skilful

And launches an attack on the school of the wooden microphone

The battle has begun, take that! This blow comes from

A genious of wars, courageous praticioner of martial arts

Responsible for ending this mess

Thus my hard work, you know who's honour i'm defending

Chorus:

The school of the silver microphone (8x)