Beats of my heart promise me that I wasn't killed yet
Through burned eyelashes I witness the sunrise again
I open my eyes and see right in front of me Dread,
The Greatest Dread with no name that came here to reign.
They came like landslide, like terrible black waterfall
They just swept over and made us crawl into the night
They put our ribbons and flags down into dirt hole
They killed us all and destroyed everything in their sight
And I could quietly crawl on the burned river shore
Take little boat and try to escape once for all
And be the only survivor in this horrid war
But I spit into their faces and I am standing tall!
I see a shadow, an ash, dead granite in dead field
I see that here there is nothing to be restored
But I am again lifting up my almost-broken shield
And once again taking out my useless sword
I know something that stays with me and never dies
There is no chance for this battle to ever be won
They have no right be witnessing our sunrise
They have no right whatsoever to ever be born!
So I am playing my bugle that's broken in half
And for final attack raising my wooden cup
And I am screaming 'Let's go!' for my troops' behalf
If there is no one alive, then the dead will stand up!
a translation by Nikita M
