Miyamoto

A legacy unmatched, to spite my father in unending carnage
Shoguns command their clans, but the nobles will go down in flames
Once I unsheathe the sword, it must be yielded till it meets your bloodshed
Honor and courage surging, with each blow the warrior grows in his reign

Miyamoto, a monarch to the blade
Unto the fucking blade

Earth, water, fire, wind, and the void inside the book of five rings
Balance the master brings, generations learn to yield the blade
Internal demons plague, grip the sword and brace for mortal combat
Severed heads and entrails hanging, with each slaughter the warrior grows in his reign

The means of a warrior
Is the acceptance of death
Seek nothing outside of yourself
I may discard my flesh, but never my virtue

And if I die, let my soul transcend

Miyamoto, a monarch to the blade
Unto the fucking blade



Credits
Writer(s): Adam Eytan
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