In robes of white, with armor gleaming,
Hachiman guards, his arrows streaming.
A silent vow, his aim is true,
For warriors bold and skies of blue.
With bow in hand, he rules the fight,
A guiding flame through darkest night.
Hachiman's strength, the samurai's creed,
Honor prevails in every deed.
Upon the winds, his arrows soar,
A guardian's grace in the art of war.
With watchful eyes, he shields the land,
A god of peace with a warrior's hand.
With bow in hand, he rules the fight,
A guiding flame through darkest night.
Hachiman's strength, the samurai's creed,
Honor prevails in every deed.
Through shadows deep and battles fierce,
His wisdom cuts, his arrows pierce.
A guardian's heart, forever near,
Hachiman leads with calm and clear.
With bow in hand, he rules the fight,
A guiding flame through darkest night.
Hachiman's strength, the samurai's creed,
Honor prevails in every deed.
Beneath the sun, the war drums cease,
His bow is still, his soul brings peace.
Hachiman stands, a legend told,
Protector eternal, brave and bold.