The edge continues carving
And the blade is very starving
The blade is very starving
For blood to satisfy

The point, it keeps on seeking
While the blood is continually leaking
It's leaking, leaking, leaking
A river, that never runs dry

The patterned handle grip
And the knife which likes to rip
So to let the liquid drip
From the body which lays nigh

The final wound is made
And I sit under the shade
Waiting to be fittingly paid
And wondering if to cry

But once the pain is dissipated
And the scars have been created
The corpse has been cremated
Not the first soul to die

A vessel never to be seen again
Not by spirit, nor by men
And I hope to escape this den
Where I kill and where I lie

The valiant souls of the sword
With it, I thought, came reward
But I only have the award
Of hands stained with blood red dye

I am bound to it forever
I cannot leave it, never
An assassin, born to endeavour
A life long strong tie

I stumble back to the village
Awaiting the next mission to pillage
That is what I do, just pillage
With my katana held close by