Some things are timeless. The defining affront to his core beliefs would not be uncontested. The code of Bushido said to be dead centuries later, medievalism all but lent tacit approval, yet there is no. Enshrouded in his flowing Samurai robes, billowing in the searing ashen air, he seemed to apparitionally glide rather than stride over the flagstones as if he was already counted among the slain. Though encumbered by armour he moved seemingly effortlessly like a somnambulist.
So that he struck a baleful figure to behold for those who first chanced to cross blades. It was a formidable enemy who stood with a vast desert passage at his back.. The events of his life seemed to pass in a ghostly. In the hate burning behind his eyes was. The honour of arms bestowed by his lady.. All sounds seemed to cease of their own accord as the words resonated in the air.
Though as a monastic knight he could in dignity befitting his order turn the other cheek to an. Without breaking stride he cut down a sucession of charging Han warriors and without faltering he resheathed his sword and took up a pair of nunchuckas.
With a suave agility the Samurai parried the enemy blade nighs languidly as ever a Zen. Unlike the European swordsmanship the master of the. As if to personify the Taoist parable of the. Orient as he clove through the rampant horde with Homeric rage. His was a coweled robe- swathed figure and he seemed.
The fires cast his shadow toweringly upon the. Over the sanguine red causeway. Like war incarnate he seemed, flames personified. To take back the night and to redeem knighthood. He paused as he heard a familiar lilt to her voice. Gazing at her eyes of South China seamicrocosmed he was home. Like a perpetual winter without the promise of.
Inclining his head in fraternal respect he said to the matronly Accolyte:. Might for right rather than makes right was his credo. A lion rampant before the enemy.
A lamb to the innocent. Upon her shoulder lent a young acolyte who defaced herself rather than. Endure the shame of captivity. Her face was self-inflicted by a blade. He remembered then his own love and shook his head of the vision of her standing in the midst of cherry blossoms dressed in a blue kimono…apparitional-like..
Meanwhile a zealous band of picked Samurai swordsmen had rallied in defense against the besiegers. It was then that the enemy warlord unleashed his secret weapon. As Samurai swordsmen were locked in the fury of combat. Ashigaru infantrymen armed with muskets Marched on the enemy. They had been drilled in their art of field combat.
Like dark chess pieces arranged on a board in a dark gameroom. War like love has a window of opportunity to shatter.. The infantrymen were unnoticed as swords rang deafeningly and men fell soundlessly. Shall I call for our Samurai to fall back? They are my Samurai! Fire through them. Let them prove their loyalty.. Bandcamp Album of the Day Jun 22, Canadian Death Metal at it's Finest.
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