I will fight for myself And the land rather than becoming the Empire's show Can you be convinced?
I shout and many slaves also run The pressure by imperial power made slaves' mighty soul You can resist now
We confront the enemy who intertferes However, we are not allowed to stop the leg
How many war comrades were killed? More over, how many war comrades survived? There is no knowing
We can have the heart strongly It's easy to rip the chain which had bound us You can resist now
We have to return to the land which loves The Way to the land is made of corpse of war
Aim at north, Even if there are many enemies Hoist you the sword And burn heart for the land, family Their prayer from them is believing Get a victorious glory
Since a memorial service is not held for their soul by a flower It is still wandering about the battlefield of grief
We have to return to the land which loves The way to the land is made of corpse of war
Aim at north, Even if there are many enemies Hoist you the sword And burn heart for the land, family Their prayer from them is believing Get a victorious glory
