Well friend! Now here is your victory. This is the first Gloria. O my friend! Let's celebrate this victory for the next fight!
I won't let anyone say "They died in vain", not until I become the last lone arrow on the battlefield...
The enemy is gruesome... We'll bring it on... The enemy is gigantic... We'll spring high...
We grip two steel blades of Gloria, sing the song of victory, and have the wings of freedom on our back. With our determination tightly held to our heart, we sever this ring of folly, and dance into the blue sky-- Wings of freedom!
Didn't the birds break out of their egg shell in order to fly, not to crawl on the ground pathetically? For what reason do you possess those wings? Isn't the sky in the birdcage a little too tiny?
Freedom and death. The two of them are twins. Freedom or death? Our friend is but one of them!
For what reason were we born?... I don't know the answer to such complicated questions... Even if our birth had been a mistake... I do know for what reason we are alive... We are alive...to live the freedom...resulting from our...undeniable existence!
The wings of freedom...
The hidden truth will be the charging arrow. It will pierce the sealed inner layer of darkness, as well as the Titans lurking in the outer layer of light. With our previous beliefs crumbling away, even though we feel lost, let's nevertheless march towards freedom!!!
The left way? ...Or the right way? Well, which way is the correct one? The friend? Or the enemy? People, which one are you?
We grip the gear of our fighting spirit, sing the song of the light of hope, and have the horizon of freedom on our back. With the chains connecting this world in our chest, we play a song of what might lurk behind all possibilities. Dance into the blue sky-- Wings of freedom!