Bright and cold, the flash of steel.
Alone I roam over desolate fields.
My sword, I need no longer.
The evening wind will carry me home.
My face burns with crimson fire.
My face is a tangled mass.
But at last my heart is clear.
The moon will not brighten this long night.
He has traveled the six worlds.
Do his eyes remain in this
The path he followed, he chose not.
Now he floats higher than any shadow.
- Tenchu 2: Birth of the Stealth Assassins
Blackness covers all I see and all I touch.
No feeling of pain just sorrow.
My hand loses grip of the sword I held.
And I turn to become a true shadow.
Many lives these two blades have taken
As many as they have protected.
My blood covered lips speak no worlds
As I stare into the blades' reflection.
Like all days the sun has set
With darkness all around me.
Just one difference I see tonight
The sun will not rise in the morning.
- Tenchu: Wrath of Heaven