In-tuned with the masters of the art His steel vanquishes his foes Their death contained in his blade His soul a channel for their vengeance At the alter of old A blow struck to armour Pierced skin and tore at bone His katana drenched in gore Summoned from immortal tongues The oni of war and violence From the cursed samurai of old Sealed in his sword of woe Blood on empty fields Drawn from the blade of the oni Your honour has been shattered Now only death from seppuku