Himura Battosai
In the blood painted streets,
In the dangerous city,
Fighting for peace.
When he fights,
In the night of moon and stars,
It rains of blood.
In the 1st year of Genji,
During the Bakumatsu.
In the shadow lies the Hitokiri.
Himura Battosai was his name,
He was known as that,
In the streets on Kyoto, Japan.
A city of unforgotten memories.
During that time,
He took up his swords,
To try and bring a new era of peace.
He brought death and blood shed for peace.
He who was known as Himura Battosai,
He who ended many lives,
Spilled oceans of blood.
In the streets on Kyoto, Japan.
A dangerous city.
A murder he shouldn't have made.
A life he shouldn't have taken.
Brought his wife's death.
She protected him,
In exchange for her life.
And now she lied with the dead,
In a peaceful slumber,
In an eternal sleep.
In Kyoto, Japan.
A bloodstained city.
After her death,
He's sworn to not kill unnecessarily.
And now bears a cross shaped scar on his cheek.
As a remembrance of his sins,
And of his wife.
After many years,
Peace was brought by his swords.
In the streets on Kyoto, Japan.
A mournful city.
After the war,
He dropped his swords,
And became Rurouni.
He vows not to kill,
So bears a sakabato.
A reverse bladed sword.
In the streets on Kyoto, Japan.
A death filled city.
With that he keeps his vow.
He is no longer Battosai,
He is now Rurouni Kenshin.
Wandering the country side with his sword to help the weak.
To atone for his sins.
In Kyoto, Japan.
A sinful city.
Now he is no longer Battosai,
He's too kind of a person to be one.
He is no longer Battosai,
He is Rurouni Kenshin.
The ex-Battosai,
The wanderer,
He is Kenshin Himura.
In the 1st year of Genji,
During the Bakumatsu.
In the shadow lies the Hitokiri.
Himura Battosai was his name,
He was known as that,
In the streets on Kyoto, Japan.
A city full of life.