Lyric

The wolf of Mibu

With a single swing of its fangs

I was stabbed in my master's

Was in the waist

Staring into the darkness of Kyoto

Behind the bustling

Gionbayashi

Lurking in the alleyway

Is it the shadow of rebellion

Or the storm of transformation?

"It is time for a change of plans,"

As soon as that voice roared

I hurled my sheath For example

Bathed in the cold moonlight

My blade

Gleams white

What is about to begin is not pretty

A muddy mess

A messy mess

First year of the Genji era

On a rainy night

Sanjo Kobashi

Running up the stairs of Ikedaya

In the narrow corridor

Scattering smoldering flowers and spray of blood

Even if other swords break and bend

My bell remains 11-dai

My body does not budge

My master's fierce swordsmanship

My bell rings out with complete vigor

"The truth" flag Under the influence of that night

That night

That stained the Kamogawa River red

We were undoubtedly

At the center of this era

Oil koji

Betrayal on a rainy night

Crossing blades with former comrades

The coldness that silenced countless assassins in the darkness

Even if today's people fear us as a "one-man swarm"

If it is the path my master believes in

I will simply be beautiful and sharp

Always on the brink of death

A dazzling Miyako

The light blue of my master's haori

Became stained black with the bloodstains

Each time I wiped it away, the bond between me and my master grew deeper, sharper and sharper

Eventually, the end of an era will come, a time of change

From the land of Fushimi, the roar of the great drum can be heard

No matter who whispers that the age of the katana is over

The memory of that passionate "truth" that resonated throughout today's city

Is forever etched in this Izumi Kanesada's ham on

Forever, forever~