Even the gods won't dare touch you,
Let alone a mortal to catch your sight.
Your body is mine, so is your soul—
For your glory, I'm ready to fight.
No opponent can match my rage,
I'm ready to cross through time's passage.
Your breath is mine, so is your life—
You're my lover, my future wife.
I'm but your guardian, your lethal protector,
Your master, your sole benefactor.
Call it my obsession or possession—
It's my duty, my only profession.