Kakigōri
Kakigōri (かき氷) is a Japanese shaved ice dessert flavored with syrup and a sweetener, often condensed milk.
Popular flavors include strawberry, cherry, lemon, green tea, grape, melon, "Blue Hawaii," sweet plum, and colorless syrup. Some shops provide colorful varieties by using two or more different syrups. To sweeten kakigōri, condensed or evaporated milk is often poured on top of it. It is similar to a snow cone, but with some notable differences: it has a much smoother fluffier ice consistency, much like fresh fallen snow, and a spoon is almost always used to eat it. The traditional way of making kakigōri uses a hand cranked machine to spin a block of ice over an ice shaving blade. Even though electric ice shavers are most often used, street vendors can still be seen hand-shaving ice blocks in the summer.
In addition to the streets, kakigōri is sold in festivals, convenience stores, coffee shops, and restaurants. During the hot summer months, kakigōri is sold virtually everywhere in Japan. Some shops serve it with ice cream and sweetened red beans or tapioca pearls.
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The smell of death pollutes the air
Breaching, preaching walking
A silent man crawls from his lair
Lights are all fading
Ravens fill the air
Winds start burning
The temperatures rise
Eyes are flashing
As they are fed with hate
They follow the road
To a terrible fate
Blind and numb they hail their leader
One sheep is leading the rest to their doom
Blind and numb they hail their leader
One sheep is leading the rest to their tombs
Bodies are burning
People are crying out loud
Ashes to ashes
As they all fade in shrouds
Brain washed they commit the murders
One sheep is leading the rest to their doom
Brain washed they commit the murders
One sheep is leading the rest to their tombs
Leafs fall, ashes are burning in the sky, whirling down
Blood stains, bodies lie all around this place, birds sing no more
Birds sing no longer
Numb from the blast
In one moment
Future to past
Distant sounds are approaching, coming close, yet all subdued
Birds sing no longer
Numb from the blast
In one moment
Future to past
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