In the land of demons
Into the land of the demons, we invade
Through a big gate.
It’s dark and cold,
There are neither trees, plants, nor forest.
Everywhere enemies, dead branches,
Witnesses of miserable remnant.
Into the land of the demons, we invade
Through a big gate.
It’s dark and cold,
There are neither trees, plants, nor forest.
Everywhere enemies, dead branches,
Witnesses of miserable remnant.