I kick off the asphalt as I please,
Blowing away the scenery around me,
I cover my wheels in flames,
And burn the gloomy world to ashes.
Back then, when I stupidly took pride
In the number of times I punched with my fist,
I was afraid of getting betrayed,
And continued to run recklessly.
I won't turn back anymore.
I can leave my back to my allies as I fight.
This is the proof of the flames burning brightly
As I fly up high on the battlefield.
I make a cheerful joke,
And I hear the laughing voices of my friends from all around me.
I gather my strength and jump out,
And my crimson friends follow after me.
I raise my voice, leaving myself to anger.
I was always polishing big dreams and nothing else.
I was afraid of becoming all alone,
And I couldn't see anything in the future.
I won't waver about anything anymore.
I soar straight ahead,
With this proof of the flames burning brightly
Leading me through the darkness.
I won't turn back anymore.
I can leave my back to my allies as I fight.
This is the proof of the flames burning brightly
As I fly up high on the battlefield.
Fly high! WILD CROW!
Run about! WILD CROW!
This is the Pride of Red carved into my chest.
We're gonna fly, my skateboard, Yatagarasu!