Blood spilled on the battlefield

The fiery madness of fire

Break through the first light of night

Like a magical flower

Whose face is it reflected in?

(Warriors don't hesitate, fingertips control the direction)

Red wounds left by jihad

Regain the war and open up the border with blood

(The vicissitudes of vows, the beliefs we carry)

I will sing the light, I will chase strength and roar the battlefield.

My sword-shaped eyebrows are flamboyant, I am fearless, I am bold and brave.

I face the battlefield and my back to my hometown.

Fallen bloody angel

Decadent sacrifice

Lost in captivity

Tear the storm and break it.

The will of the blade

Die in endless anger

The desire of a brave man is like death, and he is hurt all over. )

Refractive cold mountain