Lyric

This song is not just about Oda Nobunaga, the "Dairokuten Maou."
It is a sonic record of will-etched not in blood, but in silence and fire.

History tends to preserve the names of the victors
and erase the cries of those who burned.
But Nobunaga cannot be confined to victory or defeat.
He was a flame-unruly, deliberate, and strangely modern.

He wasn't just a strong warrior,
nor simply a radical mind.
He broke through the prison of his era
and tried to elevate destruction to the level of art.
To me, that makes him a true expressionist.

There are moments when the quiet holds the deepest resolve.
When others fell silent,
he whispered "zehi ni oyobazu" (there's no time for right or wrong),
and carved his will into the bones of history.

What he burned was not merely temples-
but convention itself.

This song doesn't seek to glorify his rage,
but to listen for the calm within it-
the part that dared to act beyond reason.

Cruel, yet somehow graceful.
Destructive, yet inexplicably beautiful.
There is power in that contradiction.

If this track can ignite something in you-
a flicker of resolve in your own era's silence-
then it has served its purpose.

- Mike Ueda