Que ferai-je, moi, de cette épée ?

I set out in search of my own danger,
blessed by the freedom the forest grants me.
I'm armed against myself,
lit by torches of roses.
The more my anger ignites
the sooner my life will end.
I know that the arrows I will shoot with my bow
will come from the sky to plant themselves in my own viscera.
I will make a hundred turns on myself,
drunk with sumptuous ferocity,
for this sword,
this sword that spills blood ad infinitum,
this sword gives life.