I walk along a dark corridor,
Enter the Armoury Room,
To see my armour waiting.
Colored red with my viciousness,
I put it on and boil with rage.
I run out from the castle,
My sword gleaming in the moonlight,
I Fight in the ensuring melee,
Kill twelve people,
Then everything goes black....
Many centuries hence,
I roam around the haunted castle,
Only my red crow shaped helmet,
Reminds everyone with horror,
That I was once a Samurai....