Way of the sword
The moon peers down on a diseased world There is no cure for this disease An entire race waltz mindlessly into destruction Not even a man of colossal power can stop the inevitable
I was unable to save the lives of the ones I care about Now my inner self is buried with their memories My hands can attest to the weight of their lifeless bodies But their memories are heavier and carrying them will make me stronger
My training has just began by my master that took me in He is teaching me the way of the sword as it was taught to him Intense and the pain the training is but it won't be in vain I will become a samurai to protect and defeat my foes
I am a samurai a very skilled one at that My sword is guided by the reason of hetanmitsaugi I swing my sword for the people of the world To stop the death of innocent people
Murder is the only art a swordsman can practice No words of any kind can change that There will be a new world where man will live in peace My hands and sword will confirm its creation, I will.Murder
My sword has ended the lives of men in order to protect Yes all those men were evil but they were human beings first My bloodstained hands have bung relief to those who had no hope But was murder the best choice I had?
The moon peers down on a diseased world There is no cure for this disease An entire race waltz mindlessly into destruction Not even a man of colossal power can stop the inevitable
I was unable to save the lives of the ones I care about Now my inner self is buried with their memories My hands can attest to the weight of their lifeless bodies But their memories are heavier and carrying them will make me stronger
My training has just began by my master that took me in He is teaching me the way of the sword as it was taught to him Intense and the pain the training is but it won't be in vain I will become a samurai to protect and defeat my foes
I am a samurai a very skilled one at that My sword is guided by the reason of hetanmitsaugi I swing my sword for the people of the world To stop the death of innocent people
Murder is the only art a swordsman can practice No words of any kind can change that There will be a new world where man will live in peace My hands and sword will confirm its creation, I will.Murder
My sword has ended the lives of men in order to protect Yes all those men were evil but they were human beings first My bloodstained hands have bung relief to those who had no hope But was murder the best choice I had?