Jacob Flood - Art of War, Fox of Time Lyrics

The song birds sing for a young artist
Heart on his sleeve and mind the sharpest
With his brush he would try
To paint the world with the colors inside
To create and to learn - all he wanted to do
Spread a little love maybe too
His art and his vibes were the warmest
His explored his world - every ocean and forest
And in the woods, one day he'd see
A beautiful small fox sleep
He imagined the kitsune it would be
See, with 9 tails it would embody majesty - so would he
He would meet the 9 muses
Float on cloud 9 and see the world's beauty
Life was an oyster in the sand
The bright little artist couldn't wait to be a man, man

Samurai honor, brush and katana
All else fails got both for the mana
Both for the drama, that's daisho (daisho)
Double sword flow, let 'em know (like whoa)

Poet and ronin, I'm floatin'
In the world like open oceans
Ink and blood are one and flowin'
War for art in motion

Time flew like a red crowned crane
And the sunbeams turned into rain
His paint brush morphed to a katana
Colorful hakama now scarred up armor
And the poems that he spoke into the aether
Took the form of shuriken that summoned the reaper
Life for a man in this world is war
Kill or be killed - that's the way of the sword
Clashing steel echoed in the night
Arrows rained down from the sky
The world of his youth he explored it still
But it felt so different now, for real
Colors were dull, koto uninspired
Home felt cold and his soul - so tired
9-tailed dreams had faded away
His red paint became red blood on his blade

Samurai honor, brush and katana
All else fails got both for the mana
Both for the drama, that's daisho (daisho)
Double sword flow, let 'em know (like whoa)

Poet and ronin, I'm floatin'
In the world like open oceans
Ink and blood are one and flowin'
War for art in motion

Crimson night, steps over dead branches
Balls of light hover in his sight dancing
He follows them, palms sweaty on his weapon
Deja vu in the world that he stepped in
With red flames, fur like snow
A kitsune emerges, 9 tails full grown (like whoa)
Its identity was clear to him
The kit in colored woods that once was a mirror to him
Erised now Grimm, Dorian Gray
His road, the seeds sowed, all hit him like a train
A fox of 9 virtues saw the 9 worlds of Yggdrasil
And he had only seen the 9 circles of hell
Well - that broke his heart
He was Art of War, no more War for Art
And he fell to his knees in pain
Like, how is this the man that he became?

Poet and ronin, I'm floatin'
In the world like open oceans
Ink and blood are one and flowin'
Art of war in motion