A Divine Wind

They're coming, the guard proclaimed,
To Go-Uda's back,
Then hesitant, ashamed,
We'll fight, but troops we lack.

The emp'ror spoke the air, eyes looking out to sea,
The priests are in their temples, voices raised in prayer,
To the gods they're making one last desperate plea,
But I don't expect an answer, for nobody's there.

High up in the heavens,
Hachiman looking down,
Hears the emp'ror's words,
And slowly starts to frown.

I'll show them all, the god decreed,
My vengeance, a work of art,
A wind so foul, that they'll recede,
Blown far away on one godly fart!