Dressed in black

We make our attack

And yet you never seem to slow

And here we are

We hold the bar

And yet you always look away

Hold me closer tiny fighters

You never know when the next blow

Could be your last

And yet you still have a blast

So hold me closer tiny fighters

You never know when to stop

And you always reach the top

So hold me closer tiny fighters…

::Link walks away from a battle, his sword covered in blood::