Sharp like an edge of the samurai sword

The mental blade cut throught flesh and bone

Throught my mind's at peace, the world out of order

Missing the inner hit, life gets colder.

Oh, yes! I have to find my path

No less walk on earth, water and fire

The elements compose a magnum opus

My modus operandi amalgam steel packed tight in micro

chip on my armor a sign of all-pro

The ultimate reward is honor, not awards

At odds with the times in wars with no lords.



A freelancer!

A battle cry of a hawk

Make a dove, fly and a tear dry

Wonder why a lone wolf don't run with a klan

Only trust your instincts and be one with the plan



Some days, some nights

Some lives, 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 lives, 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!