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Chanbara chan chan bara bara
Chanbara chan chan bara bara
Chanbara chan chan bara bara
That's the sound of clashing katanas
Start from tatara, ironsand harvested from the riverbed
Melted into carbon-infused tama-hagane
Burning in the furnace for three days straight
Then folded and hammered, repeated-ly
No impurities, sharpened with impunity
'Cause if it ever touches your flesh
It peels on both sides of the edge
So clean it might heal
If put back together right away
Unless you wanna bleed til the end go right ahead
Your wife and kid will wake up to a wrong kind of mourning
This sword is known to make orphans
No wolf, just cub left in the wilderness
It's awful but I'll wait for his bitterness
To come and avenge for his father's death
Keep an eye on my farthest threat
Chanbara chan chan bara bara
Chanbara chan chan bara bara
Chanbara chan chan bara bara
That's the sound of clashing katanas
Chanbara chan chan bara bara
Chanbara chan chan bara bara
Chanbara chan chan bara bara
That's the sound of clashing katanas
The wave pattern along the blade is the clay
Heated and cooled to a hard martensite
Say in a battle if the sword were to snap in twine
Bad news for your spine that's why
My build is far superior, the heart soft and flexible
But the skin tough and durable
The combination is the genius behind
The fiercest forged weapon ever known to man
Damn, but the one with the thumb on the handle
Must learn to stay calm and stand like a candle
In a storm looming that's guaranteed to
Take many forms and attack from all angles
The shadow men, coming out the woodwork
So adamant I don't get it, like clockwork
There's no good or evil, only strong or feeble
If we both live, see you in the sequel
Chanbara chan chan bara bara
Chanbara chan chan bara bara