Yeah!
Sharp like an edge of a samurai sword,
the metal blade cuts through flesh and bone.
Though my mind's at peace, the world's out of order.
This and then the heat, life gets colder.
Oh yes, I have to find my path.
No, let's walk on earth, water, and fire.
The elements compose a magnum opus.
My modus operandi is amalgam.
Steel packed tight in microchip over all but the sign of all pro.
The ultimate reward is gotten out of wars,
at odds with the times; the wars with no lords.
A freelancer.
A battle cry of a hawk.
Make a dove fly and a tear dry.
Wonder why love won't, don't run with the clan.
Only trust instincts if you want with the plan.
Some days, some nights,
some live, some die in the way of the samurai.
Some fight, some bleed,
sun up, sun down, the sons of a battle cry.
Some days, some nights,
some live, some die in the name of the samurai.
Some fight, some bleed,
sun up, sun down, the sons of a battle cry.
A battle cry.