All of our scouts had been killed we found out
The boundaries of the enemy's territory marked
Great poles with each of their severed heads
The army kept moving, even with new doubts
We were superior in combat if we tried hard
We'd not gone to war having buried our dead
Bearing the banners of our emperor we rode
Entering the provinces of our foe
Upon their plains we made war
And the grass is now colored red
Victory or defeat unimportant
The ending offered no relief
The battle has left us all scarred
What use are conquered lands
With the dying and dead piled upon it
Or have been buried beneath
