Yamato Takeru rode with sword in hand, Back to his home, back to his land. He rode with pride, he rode with might, And his people knew he had won the fight.
His people cheered, they sang his name, And the prince knew he had found his fame. He smiled and waved, with Kusanagi gleaming, And the sun shone bright, with victory beaming.
The prince was crowned, a king so grand, With Kusanagi in his mighty hand. He ruled with wisdom, he ruled with might, And his people knew he was their shining light.
So Yamato Takeru, with sword held high, Rode off into the sunset, with victory nigh. He had conquered death, he had conquered fear, And his legend would forever persevere.
The End