Thousands of conquered lands

Shining under the imperial sun

We who are about to die

Won't salute you and no victis honor

To the fallen ones

A call for encore

From far away

O here we stand

Figures of a game on torrid sand

Gird yourself for the next round of battles

For the need of excitement

And another glorious parade

We lay here dying appealing our fate

Countless are the chosen few who stood fast

Concealing their fear in the great uproar of cheers

when the die is cast

There's a beast of cruelty creeping all over the land

Nameless are the ones who were

begging to live begging to save their lives

In a futile dream of a noble state

For only power could conquer fate

All it leaves is blood and dust on the ground

Storm clouds thunder in unison with the crowd

A call for encore

From far away

Screaming for more

From far away

Oh here we stand

Figures of a game on torrid sand

Oh here we go torturing our souls

On torrid sand