Yamato Takeru, the prince of Japan, Rode through the mountains, a fearless man. The journey was long, the path was steep, But the prince rode on, with his sword to keep.
Wolves attacked him, fierce and wild, But the prince fought back, with a skillful style. He sliced and slashed, with his shining blade, And the wolves fled, their pride betrayed.
The forest was dark, the trees were tall, The prince rode on, through it all. The branches snarled, the leaves were thick, But the prince rode on, his sword held quick.
A demon appeared, with eyes of flame, And the prince knew he'd met his match in this game. He fought with all his might and skill, And finally overcame the demon's will.
And so he rode, until he found The entrance to Yomi, below the ground. He entered with courage, his heart held fast, And the prince knew his quest would be his last.