Ishiba

Deep in to the skin he sinks the blade
It cuts through the bone, steel of first grade
Those hands are firm, and his mind is calm
When he grips that sword tight in hes palm

The elder said that he won’t last
But gods gave wind it made him fast
The gods of earth made him strong
A perfect warrior so long gone

Ishiba

He cuts and slice so perfectly
Best killer machine you have ever seen
Enemy enraged will allways fail
Last thing you see is furi-damu the blade.

The god of war taught him those skills
He takes it so cool. It gives you chills
The god in fire burnt hes soul
It made him haste towards his goal

Ishiba