Shrill of the horn screams my name 喇叭刺耳的尖叫我的名字

Pounding the ground 重重的摔在地上

The games begin 游戏开始

The crowd they roar 他们咆哮的人群

The blood it boils inside me 沸腾我内心的血

I fear not you you fear not me 恐怕不是你，你不要害怕，我

The swords are drawn 剑绘制

And shimmering 和闪闪发光的

The time has come again 现在是时候了一次

To honor our king 为了纪念我们的国王

   

The gods have blessed 神必赐福

This wicked game 这个邪恶的游戏

Fight we must and show no shame 斗争中，我们必须与显示没有羞耻

For the time has come again 对于时间再来

To feed our blood thirsty king 为了养活嗜血的国王

   

I look into your eyes 我看着你的眼睛

Reflections of the sky 天空的思考

A whisper on the wind 在风中的耳语

As your soul says goodbye 正如你的灵魂说再见

   

Reds sands underneath my feet 红人砂我的脚的下面

Stained by the blood 由血丝

I draw from thee 我是从你画

Red sands as far as I can see 红色砂，据我所看到

Tainted these lands 这些被污染的土地

Stained by history 历史染色

   

What once was a whisper 曾经是耳语

Now is an echo in my head 现在是在我的脑海回声

The look on their faces 他们脸上的表情

As I stand in this sea of red 当我站在这片海域的红

I feel the evil rising 我觉得邪恶上涨

Hear the mesmerizing 听到如痴如醉

Voice from hell 来自地狱的声音

Feel the evil rising 感到邪恶的上升

Hear the mesmerizing 听到如痴如醉

Voice from hell 来自地狱的声音