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dawn, early in the morn the fight surges on where the battle lines were drawn cadavers sweep the land like a flood of the dead the sky reflects the hue of the earth: blood red bloodshed marked by clashing swords that seem to be drowned out only by wails and screams samurai kitanas versus homemade blades the hope of the farmer quickly fades the flyin' arrow replaces the goose and the crane showers down like rain lettin' loose on the plain yet those who remain stay sane and maintain makin' sure their companions didn't die in vain never lettin' down as the battle rages holding their ground as the enemy engages this army ain't never seen resistance so courageous probably didn't think it'd be a battle for the ages the samurai crew gets a lot of credit too positionin' the men and tellin' em what to do usin' familiar ground as best as they can never in a panic, stickin' to the plan fightin' with fervor for what they feel is right defend justice the way an idealist might standing tall like a man who just revealed his height cuz if they fall, they know it will be a mealless night things ain't lookin' good, but they hide their concern Songtextegivin' it their all, hopin' that the tides turn but with every stopped wave comes another one again it's as if the local lord was manufacturing men never have they faced a situation so grim nor seen the chances of salvation so slim they wish they had enlisted more samurai support some more talented swords could really hold down the fort but the other samurai from the towns wouldn't come their hearts were numb, thought the whole thing was dumb "It's not our fight" was the response of some And now these farmers are gettin' beat down like a drum the samurai order the men to fall back in the open field they can't sustain the attack their only chance is to regroup at the farms gather all the troops in a call to arms so the farmers run back to the stronghold to try to hang on, stand strong and bold farmers for life they gonna ride or die just tryin' to get by, this oppression ain't gonna fly ain't nobody tighter than a lower class clan with everything to lose right there on their grassland got everyone defending it down to the last man they gonna fight to survive and this is their last stand Aus Songtexte Mania