(My heart, my soul, I feel so) Cold, hard, empty.
(Upon enlightenment, horrible truth,) Light that has left me,
How could I know that you would die? (That all of us have, everlastingly?)
(No more, I refuse to utter,) Farewell again, our dear land.
So hard for us to imagine that it's real, and not a dream.  (But the dream will turn real.)
Motherland, native home,  (Derse, Prospit.)

Farewell, our Motherland. (And hello, our united Incipisphere.)
(Rise up, warweary villein,) Let's go; the sea is waiting for us.
The vastness of the sea is calling to us, and the tides! (The tides of war, shall wane.)
Hail to our fathers and forefathers. (Your lives are not in vain.)
(And with our shadow brothers' belief) We are faithful to the covenant made with the past.
(Without staffs) Now nothing can stop
Our Motherland's victorious march.
(Without rings) Sail on fearlessly,
Pride of the Northern Seas. (and the southern fires of other lands.)
(I...We all are the) Hope of the Revolution, you are the burst of faith of the people.

In October, in October, (The pieces fall into play)
We report our victories to you, our Revolution. (The archagent chosen, not born in to)
And to the heritage left by you for us (Pawns ascend to queens.)