In the night, in the night,
Slipping through pale moonlight.
Dust in your eye, Dust in your eye.
Aye samurai, you live to die.
Aye samurai, you live to die.
Tonight the watchful moon burns red
We've garroted their soldiers.
Slice and shiv beneath their heads
And cleave it from their wretched shoulders.
We come like the moon off the lake through the cracks in the boards
Leave as fast as the Yellow in the west floods.
In your weakest moment, pray death comes as swiftly, feudal lord.
Tomorrow we'll steep our rice in your feudal blood.
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