[Intro – Breathing Build] [Low wind ambience. Distant battlefield rumble.] [Heavy inhale.] [Slow exhale.] “Gate… One.” [Taiko drum — single hit.] “Gate… Two.” [Two faster drum hits.] [Breathing sharper now.] “Gate… Three…” [Drums begin rolling faster, heartbeat layered underneath.] [Steam rising sound design.] “Open… the gates.” [Verse 1] [Gate One – Opening] Break the limiter, let muscle snap, I trained my bones till they answered back. No clan crest carved in my name, Just bruises baptized in flame. They mocked the green beast, laughed at my grind— Now I’m the proof hard work outshines. [Gate Two – Healing] Pain fades when the purpose is clear, Wounds close fast when you outrun fear. I don’t borrow power—I build it slow, Every sunrise another overflow. Prodigies flex with inherited sight— I forged my body into living light. [Gate Three – Life] Blood like thunder, pulse like war, Every heartbeat kicks a door. You say fate’s written—I tore that page, Turned discipline into living rage. [Hook] Open the gates—let red steam rise, No special eyes, just fire inside. Forget your clans, forget your throne, I built my legend from sweat alone. If youth must burn, then let it blaze— I’ll stand tall in the storm I raise. [Verse 2] [Gate Four – Pain] Tendons screaming—beautiful sound, Agony makes the strongest ground. You see suffering—I see design, Every scar another climb. [Gate Five – Limit] Past what’s safe, past what’s sane, Every breath a hurricane. You measure talent—I measure grind, Every second weaponized mind. [Gate Six – View] I don’t need eyes that copy skill, My body adapts by iron will. Battlefield rhythm under my feet, Every tremor a pulse I beat. [Gate Seven – Wonder] Space bends when my strikes ignite, Air detonates in crimson light. Even Madara felt that wave— A mortal forcing a god to brace. [Bridge – calm] You worship talent. I worship effort. You inherit power. I earned every fragment. Youth isn’t age— It’s attitude forged in repetition. [Verse 3 – Final Gate] [Gate Eight – Death] Red steam rising, bones near ash, Life burning fast in a final flash. Heart cracking loud like a war drum cry, Every step daring fate to try. This gate kills. I knew the cost. Power gained, but the body lost. I didn’t open it fueled by hate— I opened it smiling at my fate. For my students. For my village. For proof to the weak and unknown— A man with no gifts can shake a throne. If I fall, I fall complete, Every doubt crushed at my feet. Let history carve it in blazing truth— He had no bloodline… only youth. [Final Hook] Eight gates opened, nothing to prove, Just burning soul and fearless move. No prophecy, no chosen role— Just iron will and a blazing soul. If death’s the price to stand this tall, Then let my final kick shake it all.

Eight Gates Of Youth (Might Guy)