Hinokami Kagura

[Intro]
[Sound of a sharpening blade, transitioning into a booming 808 bass and aggressive hi-hats]

[Verse 1]
Dance of twelve forms — a ritual from dusk till light,
Every breath is a coal that melts the skeleton's structure outright.
Father passed down the breathing, hidden in gestures of old,
Flame flows through my vessels, erasing the boundaries I hold.
I don't ask — I take this power as my inheritance,
Circles of fire burn my place into the night's expanse.
There are no gods here, only the dance and a blade up my sleeve,
Every strike is a name, etched in fire for all to believe.

[Chorus]
Hinokami — the pulse in my chest,
A dance that burns the path ahead, no rest.
I'm the spark that became a blaze in the night,
Twelve movements, and the demon falls silent in fright.
Hinokami — a dance without wasted words,
Flame is my signature, my style, my coat, my worth.
Whoever stayed here — burned to ash and dust,
This is the kagura, once known as the sun's own trust.

[Verse 2]
Mirrors of the sun spin in time with my breathing,
Heat warps the space around — my joy, my believing.
In every movement — a truth hidden for centuries past,
I'm not a dancer — I'm a conduit between worlds, built to last.
Ash will cool, but the embers smolder beneath the layer of grey,
Strength isn't in the shout — it's in knowing how to wait and stay.
The blade cuts not flesh — it cuts through doubt and hesitation,
Kagura teaches: in fire there is no salvation.

[Bridge]
[Beat drops to half-time, heavy, drawn-out bass]
From dusk till dawn — twelve circles complete,
Every exhale — like an oath, every step — off the leash, no retreat.
This isn't a fight — it's a dance with the void itself,
Where victory goes not to the strong, but to the one who remains himself.

[Outro]
[Beat accelerates, final punchline delivered over a drum machine break/cut]
The dance is over. Dawn floods the fields with its glow.
I'm not a hero. I'm the spark that burned the king low.