
When you go into the city at night
Beware the psycho samurai
Dread hunter of the dark
Who stalks the backstreets and alleyways
Where righteous folk fear to tread
They say he was a good man once
As honourable as the day is long
Others whisper of the madness that always beat in his chest
Tempered by a woman
His geisha love
Her loss broke the chains of sanity
Now he roams
Wraith like
Waging war on the wicked
Sword singing for blood
An unquenchable thirst for vengeance









