[Verse 1] When I was young, I dreamed someday that I would be a noble samurai like Father. With tiny hands I held a wooden sword, chasing nothing but the shadow he left behind. In the morning light, in the training yard, his shouts rose with the voice of the wind. The weight of resolve upon his back— that image is carved forever in me. [Pre-Chorus 1] But treachery came like a swirling blade, and Father fell like a lone autumn leaf. All that remained was an empty home, and a freezing winter… just Mother and me. [Chorus] Son of Shura, living in shadow, walking a road stained deep with blood. Tears abandoned, only forward— the past I lost fades far away. [Verse 2] The night my mother collapsed in sickness, I trembled in a room without light. Beneath the grief I could not contain, a demon awakened inside my heart. With a blade of vengeance in my hand, a fire no one could extinguish burned. I cut through darkness and into war, running alone with nothing left. [Pre-Chorus 2] But fate mocked me once again, as hunters closed in from behind. Losing everything, I kept running until a foreign land swallowed me whole. [Chorus 2] Son of Shura, racing through battle, a burning blade that slashes the sky. The only reason I still draw breath is to avenge the father I lost. [Bridge – Epic Expansion] For a moment, I found a place like home, a touch of spring that pierced my chest. “Maybe you could live without fighting…” Those gentle words shook my heart. But slowly, quietly, evil crept in— a familiar scent of blood returned. Even peace was stolen away, as crimson rain began to fall. The path I dreamed of as a child, the bright and noble samurai’s road— has vanished now beneath my feet; all that remains is the valley of Shura. [Verse 3 – New Epic Verse] Again I slayed, again I fell, wandering the edge between life and death. With every battle I asked myself— what am I becoming in this darkness? In the eyes of those I strike down, do I see my father… or myself? Every swing piles on another sin, and there is no path left to return. The night wind carries wandering ghosts, calling to me with countless voices: “Turn back,” “Stop,” they whisper softly— but I can only walk the road of Shura. [Pre-Final Build] A raging flame burns deep within, devouring both future and past. Yet one single memory remains— a fire that still refuses to die. [Final Chorus – Grand, Cinematic] Son of Shura, swallowed by darkness, a heart already stained in blood. Abandoning all, severing all— I’ll scatter my life like falling steel. Son of Shura, burdened by fate, I swing my blade until I fall. My father’s wish, my mother’s tears— I carve them into my chest, and end this story here. [Outro – Whisper / Fade] In the flames, I see Father’s shadow. In the tears, I hear Mother’s voice. Carrying both, I rise once more— Son of Shura… to my final battle.
