By sword, by shield, by defenses alike,
Bide by the way of the golden arrow,
Light hidden by darkness immortal,
By the blood unto which is spilled.
Blood.
It cascades as we march beyond the setting sun
Blood
By sword it arises, by shield it subsides
Blood
Upon a battle field before us we stand as many, yet battle as one
Under the eyes of time under which glory shall prevail,
Royalty plundered of gold and silver,
Yet with only one reminder of loss to the Legion of Xeno,
And for which it shall be known,
The loss of life was great.