A Shogun and a Camelot Knight
Met in mailed metal bright
A misty, cloudy, foggy night
In words the Shogun found strange
In twisted tongues of ancient age
They bid each other peaceful passage
Two strangers in a stranger's land
Armed with swords and forked tongues in hand
Wiped blood and battle from their blades
And agreed they had fought enough that day
For a thousand peasants the Shogun had slain
And a thousand Japanese the Knight had maimed
There simply wasn't time to fight
Now that they had killed every second they'd lived for
Somewhere with the dead their families lay
Their gods had not damned them
Or saved them, or even said
"Let someone live for tomorrow"
A Shogun and a Camelot Knight
With rusty swords and limping steeds
Sheathed their blades and waved goodbye
With no tears to cry
And no one to return to
And no one left to say "I love you"