Fields are veiled in the frost The spirits of the woods lay silent One-hundred thousand strong stand focused; with our battlecry, storm shall arrive Winds start to howl from the dark Voices through the breeze, whispers of the end Arrows are lit in the distant wall of mist Silence swept aside, hordes start to ride Building their advance with breathtaking force Like wraiths they surface from the fog Brave the storm until daylight will die, hear our battlecry as gods clash their steel in the Skies burn crimson as daylight will die, with our battlecry the fallen shall strike one more time Whereas the blood flows like rivers tonight, they will not survive we charge through the thousands as One chance for glory they will not deny, hear our battlecry As we take their lives Yari-tai yooi! Mae e! Ikuzo! Tore! Tore! Kamae! Zengun! Totsugeki! Ikuzo! Kakare! Tore! Thus the rains begin to fall over the crowds thousandfold, standing in the sea of blood, waiting to charge again. Words in the blazing winds whisper: death is the final act of honor for those who embrace it and disgrace for those who dare to fight it. Sunrise fires the hordes, skirmish replies with blaze Clashing of steel, ceaseless ordeal Many dead lie in heaps as the light now attains warriors eyes, reflecting the skies Raising his sword for the last time Brave the storm until daylight will die, hear our battlecry as gods clash their steel in the Skies burn crimson as daylight will die, with our battlecry the fallen shall strike one more time Whereas the blood flows like rivers tonight, they will not survive we charge through the thousands as One chance for glory they will not deny, as daylight now dies, We sound the battlecry