Rōnin
Rōnin
From dusk to dawn there cries a ghost
stemming from that wretched day
asking you to do the utmost
to end it all the honorous way
a way excluded from cowards' choices
like pushing with a flabby rope
thus you go on despite the voices
driven forth by petty hope
but there is nothing left to fight for
as you have lost your lord
no glorious deeds to strive for
just the weilding of your sword
that's what you do
and you're doing it well
like bowmen with yew
sending out hell
so tighten your grip
raise up your hand
prepare to drip
death to the land
sweep your foes
'til you sense no more
but no-one knows
where you're truly sore
is this how it goes
this is your path
this is your fate
living up
such a discrate
for gone are the days
of the oath you swore
weep your soul
'til your eyes grow sore
wonder who knows
'til your hands grow sore
taking your foes
one by one
hit and run
this is your fate
You're rōnin
the only door you ever should enter
still you long for more
though you have no master
your heart beats faster
so come along, my friend!
the best parts come always in the end!
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