When the light of day turns to night,
When the last spark of light turns dim,
They stand at the rim of the cold hard dish,
They believe their bit beast will win,
For no might, shall cover this light,
The winds of the might dragoon,
The fire of the unstoppable phoenix dranzer,
The waves of the patience turtle Dreciel,
And the roar or the white tiger driger.
The four guardians of the land we walk,
Protect us from corruptions.
Each one has a partner, a friend, and a brother,
For whom they share love for a sport that is known,
Yet not known for the true heart.
These bladers are one with the sport and the sport is one with them.
The spirited hot head blader Tyson,
The cold and trustworthy kai,
The happy-go- lucky Max,
The confident neko-jin and determine Ray.
All of them have share the same love for the sport.
I do not speak form my mine,
But from my heart, their heart.
A love for the sport they cherish,
A sport called "BeyBlade"
Ray, Max, Tyson, Kai
Even the brown young beyblade genius Kenny
They blade with every ounce of heart, this is why the sport is true,
For both me and you.
The world is always safe at ease
Thanks to these 8 brave fight of justice
Tyson, Dragoon, Kai, Dranzer, Ray, Driger, and Max, Deicel
The bond of brother hood is forever seal.