Thy heart shall not yield
Dying men left upon the battlefield.
We shall slay the opponent without fear,
Strike them down with sword and spear.
We will build a mighty shield wall
Where spears and arrows will fall
There shall be no room for escape
Death awaits all on the landscape
Abruptly, there was a rumble of thunder
It is the day of vast rigour
The opposition shall be obliged to surrender
Vanquished by our great deeds of valour
Equipped by the formidable warriors in history
The immortal Gods have bestowed upon us victory
With blood on our swords, we stand ruthless
Enshrouded in a cloud of darkness.