Chanbara

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
 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
 Come get it if you wanna