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!