Smoke of the Ronin

Verse 1

Crimson sun is sinking slow

Mountain wind begins to blow

Steel is resting by my side

Nowhere left for ghosts to hide

Silk is stained with ancient mud

Better grass than spilling blood

Pre-Chorus

Fire starts to bite the leaf

Burning up my every grief

Sweetness fills the bamboo glade

Finally put away the blade

Chorus

Blue smoke rising in the pines

Gentle patterns

Holy signs

Iron heart is feeling light

Quiet garden

Perfect night

Let the heavy armor fall

Smoke is curling

High and tall

Verse 2

Wooden pipe between my teeth

Spirit waking from the sheath

I forgot the emperor's name

Watching embers lose the game

Paper walls are growing thin

Letting all the moonlight in

Pre-Chorus

Cloudy breath across the floor

Locking every heavy door

Distant bells are ringing soft

Floating in the world aloft

Chorus

Blue smoke rising in the pines

Gentle patterns

Holy signs

Iron heart is feeling light

Quiet garden

Perfect night

Let the heavy armor fall

Smoke is curling

High and tall

Bridge

Blade is sharp but thoughts are round

Roots are deep within the ground

One puff

Two puff

Peace at last

Chorus

Blue smoke rising in the pines

Gentle patterns

Holy signs

Iron heart is feeling light

Quiet garden

Perfect night

Let the heavy armor fall

Smoke is curling

High and tall