Lightning in the Dream

The pitch is a battlefield, the sky turns gray. Thunder roars above

as we start to play. Electric hearts will start to ignite. In Azuma,

Japan, we own the night. Lightning strikes twice, we're here to

fight. We burn like stars, we shine so bright.

In Azuma, Japan, the storm's alive. We'll break the limits,

we'll survive. Feet like the wind, sharp as a

blade. Every move we make, legends are made. The crowd goes

wild, they can feel the spark. Our fire never