Crushed petals in the frozen mud
A blade thirsty for the master's blood
No name no face a ghost in the rain
A soul forged in the furnace of pain
Years of silence years of scorn
In the filth of the streets the hate is born

The steel is cold but the heart is fire
Burning higher than the funeral pyre
The world sees a beggar a broken man
But the end of the line is the palm of my hand

Rise from the ashes of pride
Gods of the mountain my guide
Honor is found in the blade
The debt of the fallen is paid

A silent cry from a master's soul
The path of the ronin the only goal
Forty-seven hearts a single beat
Destiny moving beneath our feet
White snow falling on a winter night
The edge of the sword is the only light

Rise from the ashes of pride
Gods of the mountain my guide
Honor is found in the blade
The debt of the fallen is paid

Is it evil to kill for the right
Or a spark in the void of the night
A ronin's reflection a final connection
The circle is done the battle is won

Rise from the ashes of pride
Gods of the mountain my guide
Honor is found in the blade
The debt of the fallen is paid

The snow is white
The debt is paid