Echoes of Jin

Snow falls soft on Komoda field,

Where my uncle's banner bends and yields.

I was taught to stand and face the blade — Now I

kneel where all my brothers laid.

The code says die before you bend,

But the code was not built for this end.

Steel against a thousand men,

Honor dies, but I remain.

What is a samurai with no clan left to serve?

What is a sword with no war it deserves?

I am the shadow between the trees,

I am the whisper on the sea breeze,

I am the name they'll fear at night,

I am the wrong made to feel like right.

Call me Ghost, call me shame,

Call me the fire with no name — I traded my father's

blade For the only path that stayed.

Uncle's eyes, they hold no pride,

He sees a stranger where his blood should hide.

"You've broken what our fathers made," But fathers never saw this invasion,

this raid. I walk in silence,

I strike from dark,

Every kill leaves another scar — Not on skin,

but somewhere deep, Where the man I was still tries to sleep.

What is an island with no one left to save?

What is a legacy carved on a grave? (hummmmm) (ahhhhh)

"Jin... this is not the way of the samurai."

"Then let this island remember another way."

They came like a black tide from the sea,

I became the storm that set Tsushima free.

No clan, no crest,

no ancient creed — Only the will to make my people breathe.

I am the shadow between the trees,

I am the whisper on the sea breeze,

I was the son,

I was the sword,

I became the thing this land needed most.

Call me Ghost, call me shame,

History won't remember my name — But the wind on Tsushima still

knows

The price of the peace that it holds.

Snow falls soft on Komoda field...

The Ghost remains

where the samurai kneeled.