Three Samurai feat YDK and Pastor Reach

[Mike Wrecka]

Three Samurai planning for a battle


Mike Wrecka:

First we formulate a formula avoiding fortresses, ,
then we coronate some warriors to find the sorceress,
lets coordinate our corneas to metamorphosis,
and incorporate some scorpions and also tortoises,
for foreigners it's torturous in these sort of tournaments,
so organize some coroners to deal with corpses quick,
daggers dipped in poison through the orbital orifice,
armed with water style, cephalopods nautilus,
what these other clans will be battling is battering rams,
and canons shot off the back of catamarans,
we wont stop until we capture Japan,
and overthrow all these overlords with collapsible fans,
show no mercy that's the actual plan,
so when we give the command, its gonna be a massacre man,
Let's show the shoguns army why their ambassador ran,
Ripped up the peace treaty and then slapped him with the back of my hand

YDK:

But sir, wouldn't it be smarter to go for the hardest parts?
Slash their throats in the darkness or poison their hearts with a dart?
This passion is art,
So let's massacre the bastards for trespassing thus far,
Or shall we paint a perfect portrait of the corpses under the stars?
Their army could never arm themselves enough to beat ours,
Let's melt their window bars an cover their bodies in scars.
Hidden in the shadows behind the gallows and under the hay in their carts,
And once the moon has risen we'll be ready to start.

Pastor Reach:

The Aikido discipline: the way of harmony’s no mutual thought
That’s shared between these feudal wars
No scruples, nor a neutral cause
Our ancient paths arrangement arcs are changing fast
- A vagrant laughs -
Those Western cross-breeds left us falsely changeling arts
Degrading hearts
But mine will always be the warrior’s way!
All lesser clans are traitorous cowards!
Their thoughts are craving ancient powers
But they’ve turned soft like Asian flowers
As darkness sighs, we slide between the shadows of the trees
A legion of dark demons – we creep up the backbone of Ku-shi
My katana swerves to strike, with curves that slice my rival’s girth
Our primal curse:
A honoured death we seek to die, but I
Will always fight it first