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 [bad word] 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
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 [bad word] Honour then and [bad word] the wind that slowly sweeps the dunes