[Master Rock]

Right down to the last breath
left, rather choose death before dishonor, every day I walk through those steps
mission, the code of a man's flesh, warrior creed
spawned through the shogun's needs
however, I will proceed to weed out the malignant seeds
while my sword rested bleeds..
I came from the depths of struggle graveling to escape fate but yet I'm caught
my daily breath is a symptom of what I have fought
against fight or flight, my plight is a beyond your reach or your height
deviations insight, stuck in a blade, souls capture... forged in steel I'm enslaved
this iron element is seeking out life force's strain
no mind, clarity of the brain, I could care less for what one claims
in the moment the slices of flesh is the aim
warfare is the constraint of my disciplined clan
I earned my placement, for this catacomb encasement
blade is the capturer of one's soul, swallowing the user whole
through the shadows betrothed in warfare for supremacy
dominate opposing forces... no empathy striking down every single one of my enemies
blade or staff I aim to defeat in regards upon my legacy's behalf
I hear the echoes of my ancestors felt as the wind pass
empires won't last as this warlord slashes through ranks
over corpses, we battle utilizing bodily fluids as paint
the master pieces cutting through death's taint
now one envisions achieving the manifestation of death becoming acquaint
destiny is one step ahead for every try
our hands tremble pained from impact's supply of the tremendous meeting of when our blades collide
this showdown cuts deep into one's soul the unblinking eyes
living by the sword, an ideal way to die
no why just when, hell's razors gets purged and exercised
the sharpening of our blade, shogun's slave trained to leave blood stains
combat stance, transfiguration of the reaper's dance
No matter the moves I make,enhanced countered in advance
over and over this is the final trance, ritual for blades as we meet the final destination through our circumstance