Ronin (Original Mix)

No master.
Ronin.
Wandering alone through the bamboo shade,
Living by the code of a single blade.
No lord to follow,
No master to serve,
Never let the edge of my honor curve.
Footsteps light on the frozen snow,
Moving where the solitary winds blow.
They bow their heads for a piece of gold,
I kept the soul that was never sold.
No chains on my spirit,
No cage for the mind, leaving
All the masters of the past behind.
Walking through the mist with a silent grace,
Never looking back at the empty place.
Nobody can buy what was born to be free,