Soldier,

March on this field of battle

Our presence,

The fields of rage grow quickly



Deny the god, Enemy, Iconoclasts' strike without mercy



Militas,

Our Artillery reign's supreme

Conquer,

Strike with ungovernable force



Their soldiers lie slayed, in this place

Marching on, furiously, cease the moment to reload as

Your heart commands you to



Strike at will!

Patriots of fire march against the wind...



We are the fury, mighty from the black, destined to kill; we will strike you down....



...Attack...slice...maim...come on Patriots...of fire...

All... survivors... must...be murdered...

Sons of fire, bring your arms and assault

Their Soldiers lie dead, onward to....

World's apart, destiny, see the rage in our eyes on this battle field...



Forever the seas of unrest, within our grasp comes our glory...



Hatred,

They will see the end of their light

No man,

Will be out of the reach of our sights...



Push over the lines...

Forever fight for our liberty...