Born of shining blades
Scornful of death, fellows in fear
The field is now bloodthirsty
Soon we'll make it drunk
They say they are numberless
They say their arrows darken the sun
But our women never saw enemy fire
Yet that time didn't come
Eyes watching us from the sky
For them we'll paint a morbid fresco
In serried ranks, united as one
Blood brothers, we advance
Dreadful and wonderful
Like a silver wave
Indeed they are numberless
Indeed the sun is darkened
They trample everything
And everything is blood
What is glory?
Which the supreme virtue
That will lead us to death?
The wind chases us closely
The light inflames us
At the Gates of Fire live, die or kill!
Hear the music of flutes and drums
A melody of massacre
Wade across the sea of bodies
Drive your feet amongst the entrails
No way out of madness
Life is hopeless
Time to win
Time to die
How much pain, how much time
Silence will dim our lives
What about our souls
Eradicated from our bodies
Like a scorched earth last flower
Silence has finally dimmed our lives
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