Dilandau-sama, the Fires Burn On.
Sung to the tune of "America, the Dream Goes On."
Dilandau-sama, Dilandau-sama
And the fires burn on.
Dilandau-sama, Dilandau-sama
And the fires burn on.
There's a flame in the ashes of a great city
Destroyed by the Lord of All
And it burns in the farms and the battlefields
And where you'd think there'd be no flame at all
The jets of fire from his red guymelef
Are like deadly poisoned darts
And the name of the man is the name of the flame
That strikes fear into our hearts
Dilandau-sama, Dilandau-sama
And the fires burn on.
Dilandau-sama, Dilandau-sama
And the fires burn on.
And the smacks that our Lord gives us when we fail
Are the blows that make us strong
And the more we look far into the future
We will know that our Lord will never be wrong
Was there ever a time we forgot their worth
Inflammable objects galore
He gives to the children a sky full of fire
That will burn forever more
Remember thrashing Allen
And watching Van bleed
There is no greater Lord than Dilandau-sama
Listen well to the wind and you can hear
From Fanelia to Freid
Dilandau-sama, Dilandau-sama, ah
Though the allies are changing the flame's the same
As it burns from land to sky
And as long as our Lord has a guymelef
Our invisible soldiers will always fly
Dilandau-sama, Dilandau-sama, and the fires burn on.
Dilandau-sama, Dilandau-sama, and the fires burn on.
Dilandau-sama! Dilandau-sama!
And the fires burn on! Ah!
