歌词:
Sprinkled by the trappings
Of words that make the outlines
Blur on the showplace of made history
The folk is willed
To parrot the dished up tale
The lure of a higher meaning
Cheat, you had to create
An enemy stereotype
To retrieve your absolution
A forthy poor excuse for your foray
To disengage from the deeps
of your encumberance
Behold
All our gold
Thousandfold
Bereave me!
Declined
Truths ensign
Forever mine!
Bereave me!
March in with ten legions
Whilst the crucial weapons not he pillum
But the feather held in your hand
Penned in blood
Your tall tales rule the forum
Altering it into the battlefield
I, the spectral guise
Evoking these baring fears
Pestering your conscript fathers
I smile at my demise and while I die
I cherish the roots of my perseverance
民族的标志，勾勒出文化的轮廓
音乐凸显圣地所创造的过去
民俗中意志所象征的，是那鹦鹉所知的传说
所具有更加崇高的意义
欺骗自己，只为了刻板的憎恨敌人
以此来安慰自己无罪
你为了一个可怜的理由而战斗
却因此成了你脱离罪恶深渊的阻碍
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看呐
我们的财富
难以计数
让我以死
去抗拒真理之旗的下落
让我在死亡中获得永恒
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三月的十军团联盟
最终落入投降书的铁笔还是握在手里
烙印在血中
凯撒荒诞的命令，裁决了战争的开始
我，虚伪的肉体
让浅于皮肤的恐惧觉醒
那是听从父命而出征
现在我微笑地面对我肉鳍的死亡与消逝
我却依旧敬仰着我的毅力，我的灵魂
