The storm brings us war,
The flame that turns us to ash
All shall be destroyed.
I keep up my hope
And prepare my troops to fight,
We shall never stop.
Do you see the moon?
Its gaze shall bring on your death,
Nothing you can do.
Take up every sword
And quiver every arrow,
We'll make history.
And so the storm came,
Battle erupted
And yellow sand turned red.
Many had been slain
But our hope was not yet gone,
So we fight again.
