The cursed land had born their cursed destiny,
the tearful history had born their tragic death.
Look, this gury land, can you see the future of the weak?
Look, this dead land, can you say the power of the State?
The irresponsible had born their wretched sorrow,
the hateful State had born their boiling hatred.
Look, this gury land, isn't it so merciful of the empire?
Look, this dead land, isn't it so graceful of the State?
We only imprecate this rotting empire, mourning for the shredded pains.
This is our hope, they're corrupting.
This is our hope, they're to be doomed.
Wait, it'll be never forgotton.
Wait, it'll become their bewailling,
all their agonies.