If we rest, let us rest as embers,
smoldering with intense heat, burning our surroundings.
Let them look upon us in fear,
scorched earth in all directions.

If we stand, let us stand like the mountains,
towering over our enemies.
A constant display of steadfast power,
whose ground never gives unless to bury.

If we fight, let us fight like the storm.
Giving everything we have for the battle.
Let us exceed our limits and spill blood,
releasing that terrible tempest within us.

If we fall, let us fall like a hammer.
Smashing our enemies on the way down.
A terror to behold, a dread to expect.
An empty victory for the few who remain alive.