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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!