In the land where the sun once bowed to steel, Honor was more than flesh could feel, Footsteps echo through sacred ground, Whispers of warriors, lost yet bound. ... Through mist and blood, through fire and rain, A silent vow carved into pain. ... Steel sings loud in the falling night, Samurai rise, prepared to fight, Echoes of honor, cries of old, A dying empire, brave and bold. ... Banners torn by the wind of fate, Drums of war at heaven’s gate, Iron hearts, no fear inside, Live with honor, with honor die. ... Hear the march, the clash, the flame, History remembers our name, Though the world may turn away, The last samurai still stand today.
