When there is no smoke, no clouds, no wind, no waves, and the mirror-like Yellow Sea is gloomy.
The thunder and lightning that the sky doesn't even know, the lightning that shines in the waves.
Smoke shrouded the sky, even the air sunshine is darkened.
Now the battle is high, and the warriors fight with all their might.
The decks, sprinkled with the blood of the gods, were stained a deep red.
Bullets flew apart. Wounds to the head were borne with the body, and the sailors who defended the slogan with courage.
The song is so old it's harder to follow, and that's how the general idea should be.