As the full moon lights up the night,
The silvery butterflies take flight.
He stands alone, in all his glory,
And now I begin our story.

He was trained since youth,
And he fights for the truth.
At night he goes into battle,
against those who come from the shadow.

Lives to be honest, fair, and wise,
To defend his home he shall rise.
When the battle is done at the rise of the sun,
A safe place for his family he has won.

At one point of time their numbers were vast,
Now he stands the very last.
With a milky tear in his eye,
In the light of the moon stood the last *samurai