Story of Yamato, swordsman of yore
And the blade he held years ago
It fell man and beast by the score
The blade could rend the gods themselves
Such was the power it held
Swipes to summon gusts of wind
Death was all that it spelled
The bastard king, his bastard son
Blood feud without relent
Yamato the chosen one
But the patriarch will not repent
(Chorus)
Kusanagi treasure now lost forever
Sealed on the ocean floor
Peace is a chore, murder a pleasure
So says the warrior's lore
Extracted from the corpse he created
Fell drake with eight fearsome heads
The sword to be passed through the ages
Scourge of life it portends
The public lost in fell subversion
Feudal cistern flushed away
The truth or any other diversion
Like freedom dragged in as a slave
Far stretching hand, feudal Japan
Is much akin to today
Nuclear waste strewn to the sky
Keeping the media at bay
(Chorus)
And lo now, a horrible curse
Violently taking its hold
Lords and masters, transported by hearse
Entombed in shrines made of gold
Pride of a nation driven insane
The steel left embittered and frail
Honourable method, zealous and vain
The premature end to the tale
Perhaps a farce all along
Because steel is strong
But deception is worth its weight in gold
Deception is worth its weight in gold

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