I've been hit! Oh My God! Oh My God! 我已经打了！哦，我的上帝！哦，我的上帝！

The ground burst and cold soaks my shirt. Send word! 地面一阵冷泡我的衬衫。送字！

The claret river forms at my boots with a flash and rain of dirt, 在红葡萄酒的河流形态在我的靴子与污垢闪光灯和雨，

I've been met for the hundredth time. Call the medic. 我已经遇到了第一百次。拨打军医。

This wounds meant to cripple! Run! 这伤口意味着削弱！快跑！

The red crest on his head and a choice off his lips. 红顶在他的头上，并选择了他的嘴唇。

He sat never once phased. While I'm open and spilling! 他坐在那里从来没有一次阶段性。虽然我很开放，溢出！

Is this the end? Am I a sheep for the slaughter? 这是结束了吗？我是一个将宰的羊？

Am I just a sheep for the slaughter? Oh, no! 我只是一只羊的宰杀？哦，不！

Oh Death, must you reap one more? 噢死亡，你必须获得多一个？

Medic! I've been hit! Oh my God! Oh my God! 梅迪奇！我已经打了！哦，我的上帝！哦，我的上帝！

The ground burst and cold....send word! 地面一阵冷....寄语！

The claret river forms and pools over my head. 在红葡萄酒的河流形态和池在我的头上。

And for a moment I'm submerged in the lake, and a sparks birth could not be heard. 有一刻，我被淹没在湖中，与火花出生无法听到。

All night the thunder of war raged and it finally seemed as if I had met the eye. 整夜战争的雷声炸开了锅。最后好像我见过的眼睛。

With fights more lost than won I walk away with one trophy. 随着战斗比赢得了更多的失落我走路的时候有一个奖杯。

A thousand scars on my own chest, only to realize nowhere else was I hit. 一千疤痕在我自己的胸口，才意识到无处是我打。

But then with Your grip gloved by mercy, I was wrenched back to the storm! 但与你握了怜悯戴着手套，我被扭回风暴！

Lay dead or charge the line! Another patch wont do! 躺在死去或充电线！另一个补丁不会做！

Cut it from my chest, and begin this run. 从我的胸部砍它，并开始运行这个。