Lyrics
A
full
plate
armour
with
no
man
nor
soul
inside
Corroding
in
the
poisoned
air
within
his
shogunate
Yet,
after
ageless
wait
fire's
buckled
from
inside
By
a
man
of
arms
reaching
like
serpents
into
empires
at
all
sides
The
divine
winds
carries
him
like
an
arrow
to
its
goal
Unwavering,
laughing
but
without
comedy
In
the
face
of
enemies
and
bloody
tragedy
Mounted
on
horse
back
to
deliver
the
Bushido's
master
stroke
Katana,
Katana
When
it
leaves
your
side
to
reap
Katana,
Katana
Bringing
rivers
of
blood
to
weep
The
dew
on
the
trees
of
Shiroyama
Has
the
color
of
your
sun
Ancient
wisdom
springs
from
his
noble
court
A
wheel
of
wheels
partaking
in
millennial
codes
The
quill
is
easily,
eagerly
replaced
Around
steel
the
grip
is
firmer
Your
convictions
mirrored
in
the
blade
Katana,
Katana
When
it
leaves
your
side
to
reap
Katana,
Katana
Bringing
rivers
of
blood
to
weep
The
dew
on
the
trees
of
Shiroyama
Has
the
color
of
your
sun
Unsheathe
the
longer
and
the
shorter
swords
Embrace
fate
and
see
the
light
of
another
day
Your
time
here
depens
on
those
before
and
those
to
come
Honour
then
and
become
the
wind
that
slowly
sweeps
the
dunes
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