We [bad word] closer
We believe our saint
 [bad word] #33;
The land of glory is near'

Hold your arms and scream out
'Prepare for war!'
We looked forward to this moment

The sun is burning like overseeing
The wind passed between foes and us

She's our savior, stares at the line
Our brightest lord nobody knew

Whatever happens,
We believe in our saint
We fall victim
Our father takes her to his hand

'We [bad word] closer
There is nothing more to fear
Keep the belief you release
Mighty warriors!'

We are united

The song is gone up from the forces
No one feels storm clouds
The first fission of the world