From the midnight sun where the hot springs blow.
On we sweep with threshing oar, Our only goal will be the western shore.
From the midnight sun where the hot springs blow.
Of how we calmed the tides of war. We are your overlords.
On we sweep with threshing oar, Our only goal will be the western shore.
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