Remorse:

Falling out… feeling the world turn black

Trying to breathe… suffocating now

Coughing up memories so dark

Strangling me until… until I die

The last Wolves of Mibu… still hunting

Those men of samurai, still cursing

Peace they called it…

Why?

I'm now hunted by my past

Constantly running… barely catching a breath

My honor has been tainted… why still I fight

For these changes many have died so vainly…

Still no one takes the war humbly

They fight for wealth… corrupting them

The people… still terrorized

But not so much by the samurai

Those Satsuma men… thinking so tough

Yet have our citizens suffered enough

To be shuffled between wars

This world should really be for them.

Them... those who I now swear to protect

For truly deserve protection from the outside world.

No one to fear…

Always showing remorse to them all…