Without a wish
Without a will
I stood upon a silent hill
I looked up at the evening sky
Pink, blue and violet was its die
The setting sun, still watching me
Playing the role of a huge eye.
Mountains shot straight up high, and above
The sky was clear for two birds, one a dove
So fairly white and beautiful
But alas, no time to think of love
The other bird fast and proud
Was a golden sparrow
It gave me honor
It gave me strength
And it filled me with sorrow
An excess,
I fell to ground barely hit by an enemy arrow
Without the love
Without the grace
I had to fight in this killing race
Six foot two and a nightmarish face
Arrows stopped and the Samurai spoke
t'was only my heart his sword should poke
Three of them and only one of us
There was no need to damn or cuss
It was fair what the Samurai said
Though a single stroke and I could be dead
That single stroke and I bear no head
Thousands of blessed warriors were the loss
One in my hand, one broken and one on me hip
The gunpowder still lay, waiting untouched on the ship
This Liege lord who was fighting against me
Wore a five foot Katana and was angry
Too high was his sword, as he swung it at me
Too tired were his arms, I wounded him badly
He took out a dagger and a blow struck my eyes
Now left with no sight, I can no longer see skies
Hear him laughing with triumph
Did he really win this fight?
Fetched my sword and swung hard
Concentrating all my might
"I can't see", he screams
In discordant Japanese
Want to, have to, kill him,
His miserable pain to ease
I blinded him and he blinded me
Find the enemy and kill was for me the key
But the Samurai put his faith into seppuku already
He was an animal and no human being
Felt neither cold, warm nor wound
Had no fear least of all of death
For he enjoyed to kill himself
There I lie
Blind and lonesome, suffering
On a silent hill
Without the wish
Or the will
« return.