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Where Divine Wind Blows
02:26
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Four Rivers
06:32
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*Exploring the multi-faceted nature of Mishima. A man of many masks*
Harnessing a mind like a fractured mirror
A mosaic vision seeing things so much clearer
Dissected, a reflection split into four
Influence intersected, power extending
Will and sincerity derived from body, from a flesh and tissue home
From a warrior lineage, an ancestry from where the four rivers flow
Spiritually divided into quarters of practice
Rising up like a radiating disk, shining outward
Reaching out like the honed limbs of man
To practice the uncompromising and ancient code
Cleansing a national osmosis of weakness, waves crashing against a saccharine shore
From an ancient meridian, from a cerulean confederacy of four
Unmatched, unrivalled in discipline or action, a defender of the imperial faith
Leading by example, the tip of the shield, wielding an iron which-will never break
Let the four rivers flow
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Total Cosmic Nihilism
05:52
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* Finding meaning in the absurdity of being the last generations on a dying planet*
Generations buried in soil, lives and passions consumed by worms
The sun sears and tides rise higher, fissures form
The end in sight, there will be no providence, no deliverance
No love, no hate, no redemption, life erased
The parasite of man spreads and destroys
A species that cannot ascend
The cycle concluding, images shine in the face of a cold dead sea
Echoes that mean nothing, a universe devoid of meaning
All that matters is the shedding of skin, the carving out of stone
To find a beauty in blood, to propel onwards like a storm in the night
Man will be cut down like ears of corn in harvest
And drown in the chaos of the earths final purge
A global holocaust, the serpent has come to eat its own tail
No bird will fly, no fish will swim, and no boat for man will sail
In our twilight all that remains is a reflection of a romantic iron past
Engulfed in the mist of the final day, we can only rise, howl, and laugh
I can now see that the world cannot breathe
Under the weight of man and his seed
The last branch of heroes await their final hour
As final phase entropy leaves the weak to cower
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Acolyte Ignite
06:00
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*The temple of the golden pavilion*
Eclipsed by an insurmountable beauty of gold
Reflecting one’s own born fettered weakness
Exact revenge on the erected epitome of contrast
Summon the flames of purification
Watch the fires rise
Watch the temple burn
Conquer humiliation
Relinquish the beauty for which you yearn
I shall bring you under my sway
So that never again will you be able to get in my way
Amongst the gilded ashes the ugly subject succeeds
Destroy the beauty mocking those who live and breathe
A spurned unrequited love, of man and monument
Immolate holy perfection, the temple of the golden pavilion
Acolyte ignite
Summon the fires of the night
Acolyte ignite
Patron of humanity’s blight
Acolyte ignite
Reap the structure of golden light
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*In absolute awe of Mishima’s expression, conviction and reviving of samurai lineage. A polarising contrarian that can’t be easily encapsulated, equally infuriating and infatuating. But regardless, a focus and discipline to be admired and attempted in whatever path one chooses*
Reverence
A new generation, a former shadow of themselves
Instinct and spirit subdued to appease foreign dominion
A military and empire disbanded, a culture reduced to a whisper
A country left on its knees in the face of near annihilation
From the rubble of defeat, a warrior of sun and steel rises
An archetype, a leader, an imperial star
Total commitment, total belief, total discipline
He inspires a return, to the heights of ancient majesty
Marrying words and action, training relentlessly
Preparing a youth, a militia, for a war that’s yet to be
The enemy’s siege on the sun, to bring a premature night
Crush the binary, turn life into a poem, ascend as is your rite
The time has come to worship the will to power
A small night storm blows, saying, 'falling is the essence of a flower'
Preceding those who hesitate, remember thine fallen
His life will be remembered, we will spread his calling
He has at last set foot
On the floating bridge of heaven
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6. |
Flower's Red (Sabbat)
04:02
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7. |
One With The Gods
02:04
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