[Intro]
Chilling wind…
Silent abyss…
The monk returns… crushing shit with his fist.

[Verse 1]
Bare feet on stone, robes torn and stained,
Training in the sewer, where the turds remain.
Meditation deep, mind sharp like a blade,
But my fists of fury make toilets afraid.

[Chorus]
Chilling wind, silent abyss,
Crushing turds with an iron fist.
No plunger, no shame, no miss,
The monk of shit leaves nothing but bliss.

[Verse 2]
Incense burning, but the smell ain’t pure,
Sacred scrolls smeared with bathroom lore.
Enemies fear the stink I bring,
With a single flush, I’m the monk-king.

[Bridge]
Balance found where the sewer flows.
Strength is tested where the turd monk goes.

[Final Chorus]
Chilling wind, silent abyss,
Crushing turds with an iron fist.
From mountain peak to sewer mist,
Bow to the monk—don’t resist!