The Head Guardian Lyrics

The Head Guardian of the Kitsune-uji Clan,

Satoru, with his white hair, long and bright,

Nine tails swaying in the night,

For centuries he's trained, never ceasing to fight...

His bloodlust never to be quenched,

The Bloodlust Whitefang, his trusted sword,

Forged of Soulstone, its power unversed,

Withstood a thousand wars, and more...

His eight-pack muscles, always flexed,

From years of training, his physique the best,

He's been fighting since centuries, and yet,

His vigor and strength have never wilted to rest...

His experience in battle, more than any,

With techniques and skills that shine any day,

A true master of combat, in every domain,

His opponents fear the day he may play...

His power unrivaled, and never lost,

His Bloodlust Whitefang's blade, so sharp and most,

All who challenge him, soon know their fate,

As his might will cut down their every hope to last...

His speed and agility, beyond the norm,

With a flash, he's next to you, a sight to scorn,

His eyes pierce into your soul, to intimidate,

With a glare, he'll make you feel like a childlorn...

His leadership skills, the best you'll ever see,

His clan, of thousands, all look up to him,

He leads them to triumph, and never gives in,

His presence inspires and gives them a true will to win...

His Clan, they look up to him, as if a guiding light,

Each one is powerful, the best they can,

He pushes them to their limits, to their very best,

He leads them on the path of their future, and nothing less...

So if you come to the Kitsune-uji's domain,

Be ready to face their wrath, and their power so disdain,

Satoru is their Head Guardian, he's a force to be reckoned,

And you'll rue the day you ever try to check him.