DEBORAH - " CODE OF HONOR " (80'S GLAM METAL)

(80s Glam metal) I USED A.I. To PRODUCE THESE SONGS! LYRICS Cherry blossoms fall... like white snow on the grave. A coward’s breath is cold, in the shadow of the brave. The thunder of the charging hooves... I turned and ran away. Now the sun is At Sekigahara, the heavens turned to black! The banners of my Master fell, I never looked back! Twenty years of bushido, dissolved in a moment of fright, I traded the steel of my ancestors for the safety of the night. But the air is thin in the valley of shame, Where the children spit upon my path and curse my very name! My father’s eyes are empty pits of stone! The wakizashi waits upon the silk, alone! "Restore the line," the ancient spirits cry, "To live in shadows is a thousand deaths; it’s better once to die!" BY THE CODE OF HONOR! In the garden of the dawn! BY THE CODE OF HONOR! Before the light is gone! I was a ghost of a man, a shadow on the wall, But in the crimson rising sun, the samurai shall stand tall! Blood and petals... Steel and grace... I meet my destiny face to face! Kneeling in the seiza, the white silk underneath. The sting of the cold morning air, the blade leaves the sheath. Hiroshi stands behind me, the brother of my soul, To end the final agony and make the broken whole. "Are you ready, Takeshi?" the iron wind demands... The courage I lost on the field of war is found within my hands! It takes a spark of madness to rush into the fray, But it takes a god of thunder to cast your life away! I chose the breath of the living, and I found it tasted like ash! Now I seek the purification of the cold and silver flash! NO MORE RUNNING! NO MORE HIDING! THE BLADE IS THE TRUTH! I open the kimono... I offer up the core... The debt of Sekigahara is a debt I owe no more! The pain is a mountain! The silence is a sea! Forgive me, my ancestors... I am finally free! BY THE CODE OF HONOR! In the garden of the dawn! BY THE CODE OF HONOR! Before the light is gone! I was a ghost of a man, a shadow on the wall, But in the crimson rising sun, the samurai shall stand tall! The old man stands by the fresh-turned earth. He weeps for the son who found his worth. A warrior’s flight... a hero’s end... On the wings of the wind, his soul shall ascend. He died... a samurai. He died... a samurai.