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Hagakure

Falling Victims of Consciousness

By constant fear diverted, in the grip of fate, alive

In kneel, avoiding fight, trying to cure ourselves in vain

Answer at the unacceptable, clinging to weak hope,

Ignoring the blazing truth, all we have a bliss deceit

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

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

In death the Way of the Warrior every step echoes in time

Hope delirium, I've searched deeply in the abyss,

Finding what brought me beyond, when all hope seemed lost

Passion for death I need, and hidden by the leaves

everything else will naturally flow

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

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

In death is the  Way of the Warrior every step echoes in time

In death is the  Way of the Warrior every step echoes in time