Sharp like the edge of a samurai sword

the mental blade cut through flesh and bone

though my mind's at peace, the world out of order

missing the inner heat, life gets colder

oh yes, I have to find my path

no less, walk on earth, water, and fire

the elements compose a magman opus

my modus operandi is amalgam steel packed tight in micro

chip on my armor a sign of all-pro

the ultimate reward is honor not awards

at odds with the times in wars with no lords, a freelancer

a battle cry of a hawk make a dove fly and a tear dry

wonder why a lone wolf don't run with a klan

only trust your instincts and be one with the plan

some days, some nights

some live, some die

in the way of the samurai

some fight, some bleed

sun up to sun down

the sons of a battle cry

a battle cry