Pick up your swords and carry your shields, oh sisters.
Mount your horses and follow in line, oh brothers.
Raise up your voice, abandon your whispers.
Let us depart from those who failed, our fathers and mothers.
Stand strong! Stand strong!
It will be these Titans who will fall,
they will be crushed, ruined and destroyed.
Yet we, we will meet in Golden Hall
tasting the sweetness of victory – overjoyed.
Now, now is the time of blood and fire;
it is our song sung by Freedom’s own choir.
Now, now is the time of blood and pain,
for this is the time for us to reign.
Be strong! Be strong!
No dark terror ever rules forever.
No nightly horror can ever swallow the sun.
These Demons are brutal and fierce, however
we will neither rest nor stop till all are gone.
For a new day has come at last.
Open your eyes and look up: the end is nigh. The skies
shall reveal the ending day of our victorious quest;
a sword-day, a red-day, ere the sun rises!
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