Enemy's sign, noise of wind
Concentrating all of my senses
I must not relax
My efforts even for a moment
Faint sign I find it out
With my sense abnormally sharpened
My willpower interrupts
Only when I die

Land under the rule of no one
Like an independent country
However, the combat always happens there

Struggling mind, rebellious heart
And peculiar military arts
Lords did not rule us by force
Oppositely they employed us

Mercenary troops of the war
We enforce it without fail
Grasping the situation of this war

I took this way for freedom
But it's not found here
The death waits for me if I betray them

Through the night
We run about the field and sneak in to the castle
To steal the enemy's secret
Through the night
We run about the field and annihilate them
By our surprise attack
Through the night...

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