In the land of the Midwest

There are 7 sails that bear emblems of the best

No more sacred than Kami's orbs, but still deleterious nonetheless

Each warrior with a story all his own

Swords trapping souls like Tengu used for war

And the spoils of victory are saturated in the blood of their enemies

Leaving no time for luxuries or petty pleasantries

Collectively, they are Exodia

And the chains that bind his forbidden power

Blooming Lotus flowers equipped with thorns

And a scent so divine that it will rupture your senses

Leaving you breathless and stagnant

A tragic tale of a triumphant failure

Never settling for less or accepting favors

Just drinking in defeat and chasing it with shine thereafter

Even an Ace face paint smile couldn't measure up

To the carnage left in their wake

So for Heaven’s sake, stay clear of the road less traveled

Avoid stragglers and panhandlers

‘Cause that dead weight can have you twisting fate

In favor of a well-known charlatan or vagabond

Always forward and forward, always

As we await our destiny in these last days

Make the decision to change your ways, or be left by the wayside

‘Cause you're either alive, living a lie, or you’re just dead inside