Though I am no longer pointed at the opposing army
My bayonet is still slashing
It cuts apart the souls around me
We trudge through the ash-covered streets
I can feel the sorrow of the gray men
They watch their hometown get engulfed by flames
Red embers drop from the sky like snow
They twist around as if stuck in dance
This could be the end of our army
All is lost
First our spirit,
Then our city,
And finally the war
This is the end
My barrel is crusted with dirt and blood
The euphoria of battle has long since worn off
Though the light has faded from our eyes
A burning passion for revenge lights in my heart