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the abortionist - undying glory - seppuku lyrics

ascendance
the hills rise, shadows die
silver peaks the eye, in fading light
torches in hand, carry spoils of fallen commanders
once known as kin, my brothers await in the life after death

a time for bloodshed, the dawn of honored rule
till prideful death, without fault, daimyo we abide
we shall not rest, shall feel no pain, nor fear of taking life
ritual suicide of bushido; honor in after life firmly kept
upon the breeze, a whisper of forty thousand strong fast approaching
from the seas of east, putrid vermin salivating over our sacred lands
under blessings of n0bori, my kin of ten thousand, hands affixing blade’s hilt, ever stand guard
we shall reclaim everything we’ve once lost

distant fleets, fast, crest horizon
the signal fires have been lit
a roar of strange tongue growing ever nearer
we must prepare ourselves

smoldering flames, to steel, shall meet
ten thousand sparks mark your nearing defeat
precision in mind, perfection at hand, steadfast, we men of stone

my loyal brothers fall at my side
raised katana ever guards their pride
beyond doubt, our oath ingrained in flesh
as for avengement; removal of the head

never+ending generations of war befallen fast upon us
we the ghosts, forever unseen, within shadow, await to sever

armored upon horseback, distant figures, fast, crest kyushu
as roaring gallops greet the earth, dust from cloven hoof; growing ever thick atop the hillside
drawing longbow, their shot is cast, bolts ablaze bending arc across arid sky
in hope’s slow death, our fate they firmly grasp; we are much outnumbered
torrential rains have fallen
clotted blood spill gracing muddied ground
organs splayed, their bowels hanging limp from emptied gut
burning bolts catch our rib cage; brothers are scorched alive

the feted stench of death hanging thick upon the air, rigor of lost kin set in
we are swiftly reduced to none, my nearing death now realized

defeated upon my knees, i am to die, the vermin surrounding
encircled, spears gaining ground toward my throat, bloodletting to begin
turning inward, i feel my cold blade puncture the bowel
twisting skyward, now offering the fatal tear
to my brothers in the life after death
i will stand in your presence once more

- the abortionist lyrics

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