The moon wanes on the river's dark surface The scattered rain beats on him again and again
Be silent Be silent Keep silent Until sunrise
When leaves fly 'bout, dancing crazy Got used to being a loser and he was so scared of something Damaged everything his dark eyes saw When petals flowers fall dancing He decided he would stand up again He became a fighter for himself Like a wolf howling loud
Dead of night draws his blade Not for others but for his pride Sharp at the ready now Nobody can stop him Wake up now He's the bravest fighter to walk the land Made up his mind just one way
He's a loser also a winner Because he stands up again and again Sometimes he loses his blade However he will get over himself
Dead of night draws his blade Not for others but for his pride Sharp at the ready now Nobody can stop him Wake up now He's the bravest fighter to walk the land Made up his mind just one way
