Standing tall by the river bend
That will bleed to the sea
She ponders
Just as the estuary harbors the fight to break free
The war paint on the benevolent
Glows for her eyes to see
They stand there
And await her command
As they clutch their swords and wield their shields
As they hoist the sails and abandon the fields
She prepares them for what they've all awaited for so long
Time has come to hone the spears
To embrace and prepare for the source of their fears
For the true amalgamation of evil may have them live on only through song
Gods, blow the wind to our sails
Men, tip the end of the scales
Rejoice (rejoice), remember this day as we sail to the sun
αἱ σκιαὶ τὴν ἠῶ τέκοιεν (EYE SKEE-EYE TEN EH-O TEEK-TOY-EN)
May the shadows birth the dawn
When her white eyes meets their gazes
Their impulsive souls regain their ground
Hope and valor fills their faces
Even knowing each one of them may be there to drown
Just a child, blind and frail
But the leader the warrior huntsmen all hail
For her eyes see the truth inside
And the shadows have nowhere left to hide
Great White Eyes
We stand by your command
Brave White Eyes
We won't stop 'till there's no one left to stand
Gods, blow the wind to our sails
Men, tip the end of the scales
Rejoice, remember this day as we sail to the sun
αἱ σκιαὶ τὴν ἠῶ τέκοιεν (EYE SKEE-EYE TEN EH-O TEEK-TOY-EN)
May the shadows birth the dawn
Soft is the wind that gently rushes by her cheek
And warm is the sun her soul had long been dying to seek
But this tender embrace is in truth a bitter goodbye
For they sail to the point where the clouds rip the sun right off the sky
My Huntsmen
Hoist the sails and brace for d**h
Brave Huntsmen
We will fight 'till the shadows take our last breath
Rejoice, remember this day as we sail to the sun
Mark this day as the day the final judgement's battle has begun