From above we see views of a world, seeing everything
Honor won't allow anyone to fail, but one error will kill
In blood red armor, the enemy others gather, like insects
They have prepared to charge, we're ready there to fight
Over and over they chant, with calls to raise their fiery
We remain silent, as death needs no help to find victory
Raising the warning, all openings on the fence manned
Their first wave of the attack has been slowed, in death
The next wave has nearly reached the wall, and stops
In walls are hidden walls, and guns and aim outward
As each volley and the final mass slaughter explodes
Japan 1757 CE
