As here we make our stand, to come and fall,
Trusting our souls to the heavens withal.
Underneath a pressure we cannot bear,
With secret sorrows our heart cannot share,
We stand patiently, awaiting our fate,
and behold the open door to Death's Gate.
Sound the trumpet to lead us to our death,
To still our heartbeats and to cease our breath.
The faeries and the will o'wisp do call -
Even now, you must join, resist, or fall.
The foe, ourselves - our metal soon to meet,
This Day of Fate, this day of Life's Defeat.