Surefire Loss
When Frank Dux Sold Out
If you confide in me some diplomatic secret
Hidden eyes, not samurais will surely see it
Documented on the eternal scroll of the silenced
Carve your name into your grave; torture science
It's too late; the shadow's gone before you know it
The girl of my dreams taken from me, reduced to a target
I am broken, I am strained
Training everyday
Perfecting strategy
Hands of fate
Big mistake, you're going to pay
You should have known not to fuck with me
Outside the fortress walls, I wait in the rain
One by one I pick them off putting their techniques to shame
Rivaled by my dragon style and
Slain by my Hanzo blade
From Letras Mania