The moon is my only companion among the nights, my two swords are always available to retaliate, but from this path I seek to move away. My oath is to protect justice against everything I dare to confront, even if for this my life I should sacrifice. As much as I seek peace, war always finds me and drags me back to hell. The cherry blossoms fall and stain the floor pink, and with my sword I pinch with vivid red that I draw from my enemies. But where will this come from? I just want to live in peace, but the sword is and always has been the fate of a Samurai.

Distant lands call me;
Crying for my return;
Like a prodigal son returning home;
Bringing the glory of a fallen kingdom;

Evil has possessed the hearts of brave men;
And hope is only a dim light in the sky;
Fathers lean over their children's ashes;
And the crows pray before their next meal;

But all this hurts me like thorns;
My home has turned into a mire of hate;
My family is already lost in memories;
And I'm alone with the demons;

My brown cape rocks in the strong wind;
My eye reflects the sight of the troubled flames;
My sword is pointed at the darkness;
Challenging her for a dance between cut and emptiness.

A sad man sailed above a dark pit;
There he drowned all his regrets;

A sad man sailed over the hollow trees;
There he hung his bales;

A sad man sailed beside the scorching sun;
There he forgot who he was;

A sad man sailed between the rough sea and the gray of the clouds;
There he found peace

A sad man sank,
There he became one with the sea.