The 47

Take a journey through the mists of time Death and vengeance a dark wind blows Now the legend we now know The 47 Samurai, swear revenge for their Lord who died To this a ritual suicide Long ago when a man lived by the sword arose the 47 Samurai To right the wrong they never asked for the fight to avenge their fallen one Their revenge it played a waiting game then blood red vengeance on a snowy night A sword was drawn, a fatal blow, one final breath, the wrongs made right The years had come and gone and then the moment had become The time of retribution was at hand This is their story, this is the path they walked this was their stand This is the way of the warrior This their final victory, they slipped away like shadows, fading into black Home to the mountains, a tribute to the fallen, their names no longer mystery The Shogun called the Ronin came, to pay for their crime, by their code they stand The sword was drawn, a fatal blow, one final breath, they die by their own hand They say that duty is heavier than a mountain And death is lighter than a feather Into the land of the rising sun, into the land where this story had begun A sword was drawn, and blood was spilled, there was no turning back There was a price to pay, an unholy price, that price was death Hear their names whispered on the wind, this is their story, now a page in history This is the way of the warrior, I am a warrior; when duty calls, I heed the call!