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Samurai (Zero Tool) - March of the Nameless (Cyberpunk 2077)

Some people fight for medals. Some fight for flags. Some fight because the city won’t let them sleep. March of the Nameless is Samurai’s rawest war hymn — not about glory, but about those who walk into the fire knowing nobody will remember their names. This track follows the footsteps of the ones who could have stayed, could have chosen comfort, could have lived a quiet life… but answered the call of burning towers and smoke-filled skies instead. “Wish me luck, don’t wish me peace.” Heavy boots on cracked asphalt. Ash in the lungs. A number where a name should be. This is the sound of people who fight not for recognition — but because someone has to stand between the innocent and the machine. No heroes. No monuments. Just ghosts walking forward at sunrise. The guitars tremble like steps on broken glass, the solo reaches back like a hand through memory, and the vocals carry the weight of someone who knows they might not come back. If they fall — don’t build shrines. Burn the flags. Cross the line. [Verse 1] A warm bed waits, but the streets still call, Bootprints burn down every wall. Ash on my sleeves, smoke in my chest — The soft life dies inside this vest. The safety’s on, but not for long — Sunrise screams its battle song. Another day, another lie, Another name that’s marked to die. [Chorus] Bloodcode stitched on my sleeve, A number branded, no reprieve. Wish me luck, don’t wish me peace — Just hope I crawl out from beneath. Don’t forget me in the wire, Don’t let me fade beneath their fire. Wish me luck. Wish me luck. [Verse 2] Yeah, I could sell my soul and win, But I won’t wear their plastic grin. No medals pressed into my chest — I’m not your hero, I’m not impressed. All I wanted was to stay, To hold your hand, to find a way. But the tower’s flame, that cursed sky — It calls me up, and I don’t know why. [Chorus] Bloodcode stitched on my sleeve, A number branded, no reprieve. Wish me luck, don’t wish me peace — Just hope I crawl out from beneath. Don’t forget me in the wire, Don’t let me fade beneath their fire. Wish me luck. Wish me luck. [Bridge] This ain’t for glory. This ain’t for them. This is for the ones who never got to choose how their story ends. [Final Chorus] Bloodcode stitched on my sleeve, Fading breath, and I still believe. Wish me strength, don’t send me home — I’ve got ghosts to face alone. If I fall, don’t build a shrine — Just burn their flags and cross their line. Wish me rage. Wish me light. Wish me luck in the fight.