Black Myth: Wukong

Every rare wonder the world can offer, collected and kept.

Two minds' long fray leaves but one to stay.

Together at last, the scorpions united.

There will be more sages if their maker still engages.

"For his recognition, I'd give my life for him."

Consume those who had consumed.

How odd to encounter this old man at every corner!

More eyes do not see more than the mortal trifles.

Of all things to learn, you chose to play with fire?

Evening light on snow, rigidity ends in woe.

Fresh brew in an old cask. May it stir a great task!

A blend for every brew to bring out its best.

Now you can sate yourself with all the drinks.

The tiger, the child, both lost in the wild.

Smoke rises high, his doom shall arrive.

How mighty would those four spirits be if I could harness their power?

Tonics are well and good, but not to be wolfed like food!

A whole nest of rats scatters and falls.

Resonant waves profound, he is now buried in the ground.

Such a waste of those four grand titles.

Three bells sound, lost souls bound.

Each ordeal paves your path to what you are meant to be.

The golden child brought fire and smoke; when they cleared, the family broke.

The merging of ice and fire, swift and severe.

Each guise grants a new horizon.

The drunk said there's gold here. Do you believe him?

Harsh, rash, ever unquelled. Rank, dank, muck-impelled.

Rare is not the gourd but a friend to drink with.

You are fully fitted. Now, swing that staff and fight!

Armed head to toe, dread not the foe.

A good match calls for a good weapon.

Fields kept trim leave time to skim.

The old monkey has told his tale. Onward you must go.

Now one less dwells in the dome of stars.

Each and every one holds their own truth.

Shoes on feet, hat on head, embroidered shirt, Daoist robe—free as can be, doing as you please!

A quirky man, a vanished melon patch; a marvelous spell, and an unexpected meeting.

All spells we know are derived from the same source.

You don't need to wait for the perfect moment to soar to greater heights.

"Here, have it, have it all."

"Let go of him, and you let go of all."

Bonds from bygone days still pull at the heart.

Never will she see with him the world beyond.

An odd yaoguai killed, an odd mirror earned.

The fat monk failed, for he spoke too much.

Search each Buddha's head; in this perilous land, stones reside.

"All the tattered pages can now be compiled in full."

Not even one of them looked back.

Humans, beasts, yaoguais, and the Bodhisattvas. All recorded and noted.

"Through fire, armor is refined; through trials, strength is defined."

In furnace there is fire, and in fire there are pills.

The most marvelous places for meditation have all met your gaze.

"What use are eight arms against twenty strikes with my staff?"

Near the hut the crops thrive; in the Painted Realm, their hearts lie.

Take more as fruit as your plants take root.

To die is as woeful as to live alone.

The beetle came with drumbeats' call, and left with waves' gentle fall.

After all that strife and struggle, what's truly been gained?

The white-clad one pled his case. Spare him some days of grace.

You've picked them all, the easy ones and the hard ones.

No words of kind. Pay them no mind.

A walking vault of arms you have become!

Now at an end is the elder's long wait for the journeyer.

Six frogs, six skills—how intriguing!

Wings alone pale beside this greater gift!

Long and short, far and near, each span has its year.

This powerful pill still carries her caring wish.

Ha! A devoted Daoist should not be so polished!

In the air they swing, yet it's already ending.

A mere test of skill turned into a fight for the kill.

This odd boulder has something curious inside.

The brothers and their father. You've met them all.

"Is that ugliness a promise of immortality? Better leave it."

Oh woe, oh woe, long trails they did go.

The six valiant captains who only fight in number.

"Call off the chase! You've crushed every yaoguai here..."

"All the four vessels now belong to me!"

"With my life I'll repay the title he gave me!"

Red eyes mark wrong chants. The scripture needs amends.

False is his name. Slay him all the same!

Their mighty Spirits are now gathered within you.