Hagakure

A constant fear of departing
In the grip of faith and life
In the old fortified
Try to cure ourselves in vain
As our idea nests
At the border blinking to engulph
Ignoring the blazing truth
All we have to bless the seed

To push ourselves right to the edge
We need a sign, the painful triumph
To push ourselves right to the edge
We need a sign, the painful triumph

In the way of the warrior
Every step echoes in time

Of delirium, eyes search deeply the abyss
Finding hope from impure
When all hopes seem lost
Passion, thoughts that find need
And hidden vital leaves
Everything else will naturally flow

To push ourselves right to the edge
We need a sign, the painful triumph
To push ourselves right to the edge
We need a sign, the painful triumph

In the way of the warrior
Every step echoes in time
In the way of the warrior
Every step echoes in time