Chanbara - Intellectual

[Chorus]

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 lеft in the wilderness

It’s awful but I’ll wait for his bittеrness

To come and avenge for his father’s death

Keep an eye on my farthest threat

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

That’s the sound of clashing katanas

Come get it if you wanna