The Shikaku Brothers by Eric Butler

Here stand two twins
Both of Asian decent and of equal height
Their minds plagued with all their sins
One dressed in black, the other in white

They are masters of their art
Both with flowing long black hair
They don clean cut suits
and are masters of the air

Silent Gentlemen
They are a credit to their trade
Where there is someone who needs to be killed
There is money to be made

They are never apart
and are the unrelenting brothers
they trust no one but themselves
and are feared by all others

When your time is up
You'll never hear a sound
Just the feel of the sword
And all the blood abound

With them there is no reason
No pitty and no sorrow
If you see them today
You'll be dead by the morrow