The dream of communism floats in the atmosphere of the old era.
It's a pity,
The spiers of the new age rise from steel and flesh.
There was a snap,
What a cracking sound.
Do you have to give up if the road ahead is difficult?
Rise up! Rise up!
Gold coins stacked layer by layer in the dungeon,
The towering tower towers over the crowd.
Rise up! Rise up!
It's raining tonight!
Intention: Some things cannot be perfected