Sprinkled by the trappings

 Of words that make the outlines

 Blur on the showplace of made history

 The folk is willed

 To parrot the dished up tale

 The lure of a higher meaning

 

Cheat, you had to create

 An enemy stereotype

 To retrieve your absolution

 A forthy poor excuse for your foray

 To disengage from the deeps

 of your encumberance

 

Behold

 All our gold

 Thousandfold

 Bereave me!

 Declined

 Truths ensign

 Forever mine!

 Bereave me!

 

March in with ten legions

 Whilst the crucial weapons not he pillum

 But the feather held in your hand

 Penned in blood

 Your tall tales rule the forum

 Altering it into the battlefield

 

I, the spectral guise

 Evoking these baring fears

 Pestering your conscript fathers

 I smile at my demise and while I die

 I cherish the roots of my perseverance





民族的标志，勾勒出文化的轮廓



音乐凸显圣地所创造的过去



民俗中意志所象征的，是那鹦鹉所知的传说



所具有更加崇高的意义



欺骗自己，只为了刻板的憎恨敌人



以此来安慰自己无罪



你为了一个可怜的理由而战斗



却因此成了你脱离罪恶深渊的阻碍



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看呐



我们的财富



难以计数



让我以死



去抗拒真理之旗的下落



让我在死亡中获得永恒



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三月的十军团联盟



最终落入投降书的铁笔还是握在手里



烙印在血中



凯撒荒诞的命令，裁决了战争的开始



我，虚伪的肉体



让浅于皮肤的恐惧觉醒



那是听从父命而出征



现在我微笑地面对我肉鳍的死亡与消逝



我却依旧敬仰着我的毅力，我的灵魂