原文歌词
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In-tuned with the masters of the art
His steel vanquishes his foes
Their death contained in his blade
His soul a channel for their vengeance
At the alter of old
A blow struck to armour
Pierced skin and tore at bone
His katana drenched in gore
Summoned from immortal tongues
The oni of war and violence
From the cursed samurai of old
Sealed in his sword of woe
Blood on empty fields
Drawn from the blade of the oni
Your honour has been shattered
Now only death from seppuku
