Only the Path

Yo… yo… hai… One path… only the path… In the silence of the blade a new dawn is born, The samurai seeks neither glory nor crown. Only the path — a river that knows no shore, Step by step through the mist, through ash and fire. Heart beats in the rhythm of the drums, Spirit stronger than steel, stronger than words. No turning back, no foreign rewards — Only the path leads forward. A samurai has only the path, One blade, one fate, one truth. Through the storm, through the dark and the void — He walks until the path becomes him. Yo-ha! Yo-ha! The path calls! Yo-ha! Yo-ha! The blood sings! Sakura petals fall upon the steel, Beauty of the moment — eternal ritual. He asks for no forgiveness, no warmth, no plea, Only the path — and nothing more. Ancestors whisper in the wind: “Do not look back, do not doubt.” Every breath is a strike of the sword, Every step is a vow. A samurai has only the path, Not fame, not love, not power. He dissolves into the forward motion, And in this lies his freedom and fire. Yo-ha! Yo-ha! The spirit burns! Yo-ha! Yo-ha! The path calls! Night tears the masks, wind rips the banners, In his eyes reflects eternity without end. He does not choose — he becomes the path, And every strike is a name that time cannot erase. Quieter… quieter… do you hear? Only the wind and the blade… Michi… michi… the road is one… When everything falls — the path remains. When everything dies — the path remains. When even the name turns to dust — Only the path remains. No fear. No doubt. No “I”. Only the step. Only the steel. Only the path. A samurai has only the path! One. Eternal. His. Through pain, through night, through eternity — He walks. And in this — catharsis. Yo-ha! Yo-ha! Yo-ha-hai! The path… only the path… Yo… yo… hai… Michi… michi… Only the path…