The moon stands stillNot a cloud, not a gust of windDisturbs the gleaming moonbeamBeneath the shadowsConcealed by thick bushesThe Red fighters keep watchKeenly listening, listeningFor every foot that fallsThey are the sentinels of the nightQuick and certainAgainst all enemy strikesThe fierce moonlightThe fearless sentinels of the nightOn guard for any hazardThat might befall tonight