War makes the eternal of history.
Blood colors my epic.
Death represents the symbol of new beginning.
You can’t imagine the cruel of war.

Another battle have ended,
I stand on the hill and look at the battle field.
Wind blew off my cloak,
Hot blood have cooled down in my body,
But the spirit of brave warriors will bright and brazing forever.

Hundreds of our men have sacrificed in this battle,
Maybe I will be the next.
Since the first step joining the front line,
Our warriors knew this day might come.
I am tired of killing,
I am tired of dying.
But to protect our great kingdom,
I have no choice.

Don’t call me berserk,
Killing is not what I wanted.
But if massacre is the only way to finish the war,
I will not hesitate.
Massacre! Kill all invaders!
Massacre! Affright the invaders!
I will walk on the road of their blood,
To pray for the peace.