Lyrics to Kaisen Sengen [english 2]
It will afflict you, but here you have our declaration of war
You can agitate as much as you want, but we will follow our path
If somebody will block our way
We're prepared to fight a man
Do you want to dare us??
Me with the eyes of a hungry predator...
...You're ready
Okay, then come on...in the mania of the front
Keep on marching without any borders
Idols? Ignore them
If you forget to keep on marching
You will just croak on the edge of the path...disappointed
Keep on marching, in the earth of the pack
Sympathy? Ignore it
If you forget to fight, you will just croak on the edge of the path
...That doesn't bother me anymore
War!! improve one's skill
War!! we are shout down
The blood is running from uncountable wounds
The earth wavers, the indefatigableness of the masses
This bloody blade
Hesitates because of the forthcoming impact
Hurt by the unshackled masses
The way the defeated decay
Catching the ovations
Adopt the sign of the strongest as your own
Everything is turning round and round; repetition of the horrors, drenched of the blood
Even if this is the place we're going to...I would be at the sharp end
You can agitate as much as you want, but we will follow our path
If somebody will block our way
We're prepared to fight a man
Do you want to dare us??
Me with the eyes of a hungry predator...
...You're ready
Okay, then come on...in the mania of the front
Keep on marching without any borders
Idols? Ignore them
If you forget to keep on marching
You will just croak on the edge of the path...disappointed
Keep on marching, in the earth of the pack
Sympathy? Ignore it
If you forget to fight, you will just croak on the edge of the path
...That doesn't bother me anymore
War!! improve one's skill
War!! we are shout down
The blood is running from uncountable wounds
The earth wavers, the indefatigableness of the masses
This bloody blade
Hesitates because of the forthcoming impact
Hurt by the unshackled masses
The way the defeated decay
Catching the ovations
Adopt the sign of the strongest as your own
Everything is turning round and round; repetition of the horrors, drenched of the blood
Even if this is the place we're going to...I would be at the sharp end
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