Let's return to our beloved homeland
on a golden barley field that awaits you
Angels don't live here
Your comrades and the trace is gone
behind the broad back of the knight
countless fighter with a smile on their lips
Faceless ghost,
let's go, we'll have a way to the lands full of souls
to the alluring lands of blood and smoke
on our native battlefield there's a 
comet that blinds the eyes even on earth
I will give you adult suffering and childish fears
The hero who has slowed down his speed is poisoned by a dead air. 
Let him soar through the starry skies
Oh, bitter and cold winds,
bring him to the very top
Finally becoming the sword of war
I will attack with all my might
I warm my bloody hands in the sun
The wind I ask the way of songbirds.