March on this field of battle
The fields of rage grow quickly
Deny the god, Enemy,
Iconoclasts' strike without mercy
Our Artillery reign's supreme
Strike with ungovernable
Their soldiers lie slayed, in this place
Marching on, furiously, cease the moment to reload as
Your heart commands you
Strike at will!
Patriots of fire march against the wind...
We are the fury, mighty from the black, destined to kill;
we will strike you down....
...Attack...slice...maim...come on Patriots...of fire...
All... survivors... must...be
Sons of fire, bring your arms and assault
Their Soldiers lie dead, onward to....
World's apart, destiny, see the rage
in our eyes on this battle field...
Forever the seas of unrest, within our grasp comes our glory...
They will see
the end of their light
Will be out of the reach of our sights...
Push over the lines...
Forever fight for our