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