Samurai (Zero Tool) - V is for Vendetta (Cyberpunk 2077)
🔥 SAMURAI — “V IS FOR VENDETTA”
A symphony of vengeance. A mask of memory. A reckoning in fire and steel.
This isn’t just a song — it’s a monologue sharpened into a blade.
"V is for Vendetta" opens not with a riff, but with a voice — theatrical, deliberate, like a ghost stepping into spotlight. It’s not Johnny Silverhand this time. It’s something deeper. Older. Angrier.
The spoken-word intro is pure stagecraft — a twisted soliloquy whispered from behind the mask.
Then the guitars march in, cold and heavy, like boots across marble floors in a fallen cathedral.
“This mask is no mockery. It is memory.”
This track is a funeral for the innocent, a rallying cry for those crushed under chrome and credits.
It’s not about revenge for one man.
It’s for the beaten, the buried, the bound —
the nameless who never got a song… until now.
The chorus doesn’t plead — it accuses.
The drums don’t pace — they sentence.
The bridge is a dirge: reverb-heavy, distorted, and bitter like ash in the throat.
"Faith. Honor. Courage.
We bleed for them.
We rise for them.
And in the end — they win.
Every. Fucking. Time."
But not this time.
Because this time — the mask sings back.
And its voice is fire.
“This is vendetta — my oath, my curse.
I’ll drag your filth back into the dirt.”
"V is for Vendetta" closes in a whisper. Not weakness. But warning.
A final line left behind like graffiti on corporate marble:
Not vengeance for me…
But for every voice they silenced.
🩸 This is the gospel of Samurai — not to forgive. Not to forget.
Just to burn.
Samurai — "V is for Vendetta"
[Verse 1]
Voilá — a ghost from vaudeville nights,
A twisted soul in borrowed lights.
Once cast as villain, then as prey,
A mask the world threw clean away.
No pride, no crown upon this face,
Just scorched remains of lost disgrace.
But in this silence, truth still speaks —
A fire born from ash and screams.
[Verse 2]
Banished by the chorus, mocked by the crown,
I wore their shame like a second skin.
But I return now, radiant and masked —
Not for fame, but flame.
To burn their ignorance to the ground.
[Chorus]
This is vendetta — carved in stone and sound.
This is for the beaten, the buried, the bound.
This is for the nameless, the drowned in debt.
I won't forgive. I won't forget.
This is vendetta. My oath, my curse.
I’ll drag your filth back into the dirt.
[Verse 3]
They said it’s madness to fight the throne,
But what’s a king without a corpse to sit upon?
They said I’d fall, just like the rest —
But I don’t kneel. I don’t beg. I confess:
[Bridge]
Faith.
Honor.
Courage.
We bleed for them.
We rise for them.
And in the end — they win.
Every. Fucking. Time.
[Chorus]
This is vendetta — carved in stone and sound.
This is for the beaten, the buried, the bound.
This is for the nameless, the drowned in debt.
I won't forgive. I won't forget.
This is vendetta. My oath, my curse.
I’ll drag your filth back into the dirt.
[Outro]
Not vengeance for me…
But for every voice they silenced.
Every soul they sold.
And every truth they burned.
Cover art inspired by original artwork by Vicky221bc