Essence

I call upon the ninety eight thousand Gods of War
Riders of the Divine Wind, Hunter’s steel does soar
I invoke the ninety eight thousand Gods of Budo
On humble knee stands my roots, an Oak who seeks to grow
I call upon the Dragons of fire’s tongue, hallowed is thy brow
I invoke the Dogs of death’s pursuit, silent is thy growl
Ride, Ride forth! Eyes of Lightning’s fury
Ride, Ride forth! Forever is your glory
I call upon the ninety eight thousand Gods of War
Frenzied Storm, Warders of Great Heaven’s door
I invoke the ninety eight thousand Gods of Budo
On humble foot bows my roots, an Oak who seeks to grow

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Hunter’s Way

I am the Dog of Bushido
Path of lightning, Hunter’s glow
I am desperate to live, crazy to die
Serve endlessly until in ground I lie
I will follow while leading
Be the first to fall bleeding
Without hesitation nor fear
Until death, I do swear

I am the Fox named Shinobi
In shadow and void I see
Nine masks I wear, nine lies I speak
In dreams, in darkness I seek
Emptiness I whisper, a lullaby sung
Honeyed smile hides poisoned tongue
Unseen ghost, bringer of disgrace
Never will you know my face

The Brotherhood

Bring me before the conclave
For I have listened to what they gave
What sun’s glow?
Shining steel to show
Bring me before the High Authority
I shall represent His glory
Wholeness circles the shield
Ever blooming, immortal field
Noble Prince of Lion’s sight
King of Beasts cower from brow’s light
The Eye thus to tame steel
Victory, One must first feel
Noble Lady to ever honour
Touch of grace to ever ponder
Daughter and Mother of God
It is I fair lady, your loyal Dog
Thus the steel has been found
Noble Brotherhood, arise from ground
Humility, I bring before thee
In balance we ever see

Sword Saint

Sword Saint
Heart never faint
One of wild hair
Indomitable stare
Alpha smell
Give all men hell
Filthy attire
Courage to never retire
Cave dweller
Power queller
Sword of strife
Pen of life
For they all fall
Below you small
Elements at your command
Immortal is your stand
Sword of the flower
Forever your power
The Void thus revealed
The Void thus concealed
Show the Way
Name to forever stay
The Way of last cry
The Way of the Samurai

Gallows Tree

Do you seek the hand of strength?
The way of shadowed sword?
The frenzied way
The lonely path
Never seek
Nothing will be found
For one is born thus
Until sleep in ground
To master deep forest ways
To don the skin of wolf
Oh so very few
Only the man who grew
One decade will be the time
Until his sight is One
Insanity will be his cry
Find the moon that opens the Eye
Sorely mistaken is the enraged path
Voice of lightning and thunder
Many a fool will claim falsely
The real wolf hears his blunder
Pure masculinity?
What a joke
Leave that for those so false
Embrace the shadows
The Tree of Gallows
What price for wisdom sought
Forge thy hand
In fire and ice
Open the Spirit
Great is the price
A decade will be the beginning
No unmastered fool nor child
Embrace the hand of softness
Or you will never be wild
Such is the cult
We have always been
Falsely represented by weak men
The frenzious way is more than blood
It is one of magic and artful mind
Sitting still one must stay
You believe it is simple rage?
Blind your are with nothing to say
For only when Serpent consumes self
Ones spine is the Lightning struck Tree
Only then will the wolf skin be worn
Only then will you be free
Were will you find him?
The Transcended Wolf?
He is not to be sought
If you have been chosen
You will be found upon the path
Do not walk the open road
You will be mislead
He is within the shadow
Hidden from all
The great art is what sets him apart
Apart from simple ape
From those whoes minds are raped
The frenzied poet
The ergi filled way
Balance to be found
Only then will you be Crowned
A silent speaker he will be
A void of thought and eye
Let fools and weak boast of nothing
He will see through their lie
The blade of most danger
The frenzied magic
Not weak anger
Fire bright
Chanted dance of night
Howl echoed amongst trees
Enlightened cult
Wolfskin sought
Sacrifice of self
Eternal wealth

Your Range Is Off

Your range is way off
In nearly every fight and duel I see
Your range is way off
Time to re-train
Do not look to sports
These are horrible ways to duel with life and blade
Look how often they are hit
A mistake that can not be made
Look how they roll about the ground
Yet the truest film shows submissions become stab-fests
On the street they always do
A wake up call to watch
Something to give you true thought
Do not rush to a quick death
There is no such thing as an exchange of bladed blows
You will be cut and stabbed
No man is quick enough to always go toe to toe
None are quick enough to have an unpenetrable defense
That is fantasy and theatrical ways
A martial arts event with aluminum shiny display
Speed is not the Way
Therefore attack were there is no defense
Stop and measure the lines
Here you reach him yet you are not reached
This is simple to teach
Yet never think of numbers or math
It must be felt from within
Recheck your training and pace of your fight
Sometimes go soft
Sometimes go hard
For everyman should move such a way
It will make him hurt with deathly groan
It will make her warm with heartfelt moan
So, with hand and with mind
I just want you to know
Your range is so far off
You do not come ready to fight
Only live on the time your opponent now loans
When blade is in hand
There is no such thing as a swing
That is the key to mastery
Arcs are long foolish thing
The same when hand is empty
Never make a fist
Strong as metal must be your hands
Poking and tearing are the twist
Take away take away
Nearly all that you see
No movie no star
No acrobatics or knee higher kicks
No broski sports
Do not look at the screen
No belts or fancy costumes
No teachers who have nothing to show but technique
For they do not wish you to see
How easy on them one can land a blow
Step onto the dirt
Be shown again and again how quickly you die
Eventually you will see
Nearly all fight forms are a lie
A bag of tricks and display
Taking advantage of those who only play