Look, if you had one shot, or one opportunity
to deliver all logs to where you wanted, in one trip
would you capture it or just let it slip?

Yo!
My palms are sweaty, grip's weak, trees are heavy
there's wheelspin occuring already, I'm not mud savvy
I'm nervous, but the track surface looks cool and ready
to drive over it, but I keep on forgetting
what I've loaded now, the engine goes so loud
I open my mouth, and these words come out:
"I'm stuck, how!?" Every wheel's dug in now
the fuel runs out, time's up, over, aw!

It’s the nature of time that the old ways must give in
It’s the nature of time that the new ways comes in sin
When the new meets the old it always ends the ancient ways
And as history told the old ways go out in a blaze

Encircled by a vulture, the end of aincient culture
The dawn of destiny draws near

Imperial force defied, facing 500 samurai
Surrounded and outnumbered, 60 to 1 the sword face the gun
Bushido dignified, it’s the last stand of the samurai
Surrounded and outnumbered

As a new age begins the way of the warrior comes to an end
As a new age begins the ways of old must apprehend
It’s the nature of time that the old ways must give in
It’s the nature of time that the new ways comes in sin

An offer of surrender, Saigo ignore contender
The dawn of destiny is here

Until the dawn they hold on
Only 40 are left at the end
None alive, none survive
Shiroyama

60 to one, facing the gun
60 to one, culture undone