Ripe is the hour
We've come out of foul constellations
Suffered the illness
Worn by apathy, torn by frustration
Come out, come out, wherever you are
The bell of redemption is tolling
If you want to live, steer clear of our path
The slow-mover's head will be rolling

Watch out, you purblind
Woe to you keepers
We'll cry out

Samurai, the shadow's revived
As daylight retires, we prepare to ignite
At sundown, you will see no fear in our eyes
The blade of katana strikes, tonight

So, swains of conformity
Disciples of expired authorities
Pray that we'll never meet
From london to tokyo, armed to the teeth

Watch out for the iron sign
Woe to you lackeys
We'll cry out

Samurai, the shadow's revived
As daylight retires, we prepare to ignite
At showdown, you will see your death in our eyes
The blade of katana strikes, tonight

Samurai, the shadow's revived
As daylight retires, we prepare to ignite
At sundown, you will fear the death in our eyes
The blade of katana strikes
Samurai, the demon's alive
The blade of katana strikes, tonight