A thousand swords will clash
Warfare our habitat
Weak aside, outward cast
The bushido way, to strongest passed
We mustn't tolerate
Those who shant bear the traits
Calm of mind, still of blade
May our cuts be swift throughout our days

Perfection in suicide
Morbid rites of the samurai
Absolutely for this war we are primed
We die with our pride

Bathed fed and dressed in white
Ceremony self-sacrifice
The blade it sweeps from left to right
Summoning bowels so pink and bright
Unflinching stare transfixed
Honor in death, achieved bliss
A second severs the head now swinging from a shred of flesh

A draining pendulum
The neck it dangles from
Sprays forth dishonored blood
May death it cleanse all I have done
Seppuku ancient rite
Permission (to) take my life
A sanctioned end of strife
Spirit relieved in death redeemed
Perfection in suicide
Morbid rites of the samurai
Absolutely for this war we are primed
We die with our pride

Bathed fed and dressed in white
Ceremony self-sacrifice
The blade it sweeps from left to right
Summoning bowels so pink and bright
Unflinching stare transfixed
Honor in death, achieved bliss
A second severs the head now swinging from a shred of flesh

A shred of flesh
You praise your death

Penalty your mere mortality
In an attempt to reclaim thine lost glory
Our lips our sealed by the long-edged blades we wield
To disobey would be a sin

Bathed fed and dressed in white
Ceremony self-sacrifice
The blade it sweeps from left to right
Summoning bowels so pink and bright
Unflinching stare transfixed
Honor in death, achieved bliss
A second severs the head now swinging from a shred of flesh