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A 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 without comedy
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
A 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 to come
Honour then and become the wind
that slowly sweeps the dunes
Bringing rivers of blood to weep
Bringing rivers of blood to weep
The dew on the trees of Shiroyama
Has the color of your sun