1. If your dagger is your basil plant
And your comfort is drinking people's blood

2. Then we in war are mighty in strength
With intense tyranny and heroism

3. Seasons in excitement with a lion for it
Resolve with this firmly rooted mountain

4. And we leave the enemies drunken from blood
Swaying not from drunkenness of a cup

5. Our dead has no mourner
And no sympathizer for the wounded

6. And in the melee our swords shine
Their blades a skull of head