In the era of this development
The master has back, alive
When the horn's all blown
The sound of awe, burns to flame
He stands, awaits
In the front, thousands times enemies await
He won't wait, A shield of gold hung on his left
Glittered, He has survived and glory is on his side
And a sword in right, trusted at his right hand.
His triumph had await,
His eagle eyes stared at the plains
Veiled with courage; He has no fear for death.
Advance, ahead!
A roar was heard and battles begins
South, North,
East nor west, nothing remains
For thou shall knelt before the master shadows
Advance, ahead!
This are the lines of warriors and heroes
Assault, Advance, attack!
For his glory, It will remains!
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
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