Japanese traditional EDM "Tenkyu" 

I'm literally on the same path. Im in love

same here

Same here.

Same here. It's been 1 year since the last video. Hope he/she/they will return.

THX! In Japanese Biwa, it’s not good to look own hands or instruments when playing. In the past, Japanese biwa was an instrument mainly played by blind monks. Such historical background may still be inherited.

@@amane5269 Thanks for your reply, I learned more historical meaning about Japanese Biwa!

WTF - this is a music video, cuz, no need to spoil it with religion or politics - go peddle your message in a more appropriate forum.

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In the first age, in the first battle, when the shadows first lengthened... One stood, burned by the embers of *Armageddon.* His soul blistered by the firs of hell and tainted beyond ascension, he chose the path of *perpetual torment.* In his *ravenous* hatred, he found no peace, and with boiling blood he scoured the Umbral Plains seeking vengeance against the dark lords who *wronged* him. He wore the crown of the knight sentinels, and those tasted the *bite* of his sword, named him... *The Doom Slayer.* Tempered by the *flames* of hell, his iron will remained steadfast through the passage that *preys* upon the weak, for he alone was the *Hell-walker,* the unchained *predator* who sought retribution in all quarters. Dark and light, fire and ice, in the beginning... And the end. And he *hunted* the slaves of doom with *barbarous* cruelty; for he passed through the divide as none but *demon* had before. And in his conquest against the blackened souls of the doom, his prowess was shown. In his crusade, the *seraphim* bestowed upon him terrible power and speed, and with his might, he *crushed* the obsidian pillars of the blood temples. He set forth without pity upon the beasts of the knight circles. *Unbreakable, incorruptible, unyielding.* *The Doom Slayer* sought to end the dominion of the dark realm. The age of his reckoning was uncounted, the scribes carved his name *deep* into the tablets of hell across *eons,* and each battle *etched* terror in the hearts of demons. They *knew* he would come, as he always had, as he always will, to *feast* on the blood of the wicked, for he *alone* could draw strength from his fallen foes, and ever his power grew *swift,* and *unrelenting.* None could stand before the horde but the *Doom Slayer.* *Despair* spread before him like a plague, striking *fear* into the shadow-dwellers, driving them to *deeper,* and *darker* pits. But from the depth of the abyss rose the *great one,* a champion, mightier than all that had come before; the *Titan* of immeasurable *power,* and *ferocity.* He strode upon the plain and faced the *Doom Slayer,* and a mighty battle was fought on the desolate plains. *The Titan* fought with the fury of the *countless* that had fallen at the *Doom Slayer's* hands; but there fell the *Titan.* And in his defeat, the shadow horde... was *routed.* And in his terrible rancor between *worlds* and through *time* came the wretch who shall not be named, but in his heresy was loyal to his evil cause. The wretch adorned the *Doom Slayer* in a mighty armor, *wrought* in the fortress of Hell, *impenetrable,* and *unyielding.* With sword and shield of adamantine strength, the *Doom Slayer* sent to banish all that were left unbroken by his savagery to the void. Yet, as the mighty *Titan* fell, and dread engulfed the armies of doom, the demon priests of the blood temples laid a *trap* to capture the scourge of Hell. *Insatiable,* even by the vanquishing of the *great one,* the *Hell-walker* sought to prey in the tombs of the blood keep, and, *blinded* by his fervor, the lure drew him in. The priests brought *down* the temple of the *Doom Slayer,* and in his *defeat,* entombed him in the cursed sarcophagus. The mark of the *Doom Slayer* was burned upon his crypt, a warning to all of Hell that the terror within must *never* be freed. *There he lies still, and ever more, in silent suffering.*