The Historian Himself - Yokai (Beat by BLAQ MASQ) | Текст песни

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i was born an old mountain spirit shinto yokai from samourai land japan
i slaughtered alotta ninjas in my sleep thought it was a dream then woke up covered in severed limbs with a bloody kitana in my hand
now i roam as lone ronin slowly recomposing the bones of my prehistoric gorgon clan
beware my fierce glare
my stare can kill
turn you to stone where you stand wth one glance
probability you survive in my advanced labyrinth:
SLIM CHANCE!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

this rusty dirt encrusted shovel on my shoulder indicate i'll escavate till i'm watchin terra cotta soldiers topple over
i'm hopeful the pyre kindles my corspse til it smolders aurora borealis
hover above the mountains cast glow till every wolves eyes flicker from cold shadows
then drag you off in the dark to gnaw bones to the marrow
my poisoned arrows glide silent and silence those who oppose my old alliance with mythic giants

i photosynthesize in a permafrost stunted bonsai forest as mummified artifact bronze age glorious
i've died a thousand times but still i walk the land conquering fortresses my catapults launch urns packed with poisonous poultices resulting in an explosive bursts of carnivorous plant growth
now your village stands abandoned inhabited only by sad ghosts and gigantic amphibian floatin in stagnated moats
my skin grows moss probably because i stomp through swamps with a bucket
seeking mysterious beasts my flesh leaks poisonous tree sap and luminous insects drink from it

ominous shark like fins carving the waves large fangs obsidian blades deep water creatures beyond chameleon strange a thousand years of age and still in it's first larval phase
the golden chrysalis awaits the golden chrysalis awaits

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