The wind sprang up at four o'clock

风在四点骤然刮起，撞击着

The wind sprang up and broke the bells

在生与死之间摆动的钟铃

Swinging between life and death

这里，在死亡的梦幻国土中

Here, in death's dream kingdom

混乱的争斗出现了苏醒的回音

The waking echo of confusing strife

它究竟是梦呢还是其他 ？

Is it a dream or something else

当逐渐变暗的河面

When the surface of the blackened river

竞是一张流着汗和泪的脸时

Is a face that sweats with tears?

我的目光穿越渐暗的河水

I saw across the blackened river

营地的篝火与异国的长矛一起晃动。

The camp fire shake with alien spears.

这儿，越过死亡的另一河流

Here, across death's other river

鞑靼族的骑兵摇晃着他们的矛头。

The Tartar horsemen shake their spears.