the way of the warrior

the way of the warrior

blood gushes from his wounds,
with every step he takes,
as he rush up on the ruins,
his whole world shakes
the first thing he has to see,
his bride to be
naked, hanging by her neck from a tree
and those who tried to flee,
from the attack
laying face down in the stream,
arrows in their backs,
the smell of burned flesh,
mixed with cowmanuer
these people were poor,
why the hell did they do this for!?
He clenches his fist hard round his katana
He knows he was the prey,
and hes gonna give them what they wanna
tightens his bandana,
and hes off on his way
never look back,
never let them know that youre afraid


the way of the warrior the way of the samurai
couse go out shooting is the only way to die


in the middle of the battlefield
he sits kneeled
this is the end,
his fate is sealed
looks straight at his killer
with no fear in his eyes
couse he's lived a righteous life,
no bullshit no lies
its nearing the end,
now this is his time to go
bows his head down,
waiting for the blow
filling his lungs,
this might be his last breath
severed flesh, hanging losely,
like a red dress
but deep in his heart,
hes got a regret
i'm not ready for this,
I'm not ready for death!
the executioner laughs,
and pulls out his blade
a swift move,
and the sounds of the samurai fade