The birds-eye view has gone pitch black
The quiver’s empty, there’s no turning back.
The dust took the laughter, the dust took the farm
Left a hollowed-out soul with a blade on his arm.
No more trick shots or witty remarks
Just a cold, jagged shadow in the Tokyo sparks.
He traded the bow for a razor of steel
To give the underworld a pain they can feel.
The archer is dead, the Ronin is born
In a suit made of shadows and a heart that is torn.
He’s hunting the monsters who survived the Snap
Closing the exits and springing the trap.
No mercy in silence, no hope in the blade
Just a man paying debts for the life he mislaid.
Under the neon, through the blood and the rain,
He’s trying to kill what is left of the pain.
From Mexico City to the streets of Japan
He’s a ghost with a mask and a murderous plan.
"You shouldn't be here," the mob boss cries out
But Clint doesn't whisper, and Clint doesn't shout.
He’s a whirlwind of gold and a flicker of black
Bringing the vengeance that the universe lacked.
They got to stay, but his children are gone
So he’ll keep on swinging ‘til the break of the dawn.
He’s not a hero, he’s not an Avenger
He’s a localized storm and a permanent danger.
But deep in the mask, past the hate and the grit
Is a man who just wishes he was the one who was hit.
The archer is dead, the Ronin is born
In a suit made of shadows and a heart that is torn.
He’s hunting the monsters who survived the Snap
Closing the exits and springing the trap.
No mercy in silence, no hope in the blade
Just a man paying debts for the life he mislaid.
Under the neon, through the blood and the rain,
He’s trying to kill what is left of the pain.
She’s coming for you, Clint.
A girl in a jumpsuit on a cliff in the stars.
Put down the sword...
The rain is finally stopping.
