Balescream - Kusanagi

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