Choseon

Between two empires she sits, almost fallen,

Her only hope is the sea,

Her ships with legendary armour are clad,

Her general knows no defeat.

The Japanese army has brutalised this land,

Too long at peace to mount defence,

So ride the waves,

Against the rising sun we fight!

Choseon nation, fallen land,

Final sunrise, is at hand.

Even the tides march to the beat of the drum,

Battle after battle outnumbered each time,

Yet Asia's mightiest fleet is readied to set sail,

So ride the waves,

Against the rising sun we fight!

Her fighters at land are the righteous army,

Holy men taking the sword,

They push the foe southward into the maw

Of Yi Sun-Sin's waiting revenge.

No bullet, no treason, no cunning spy ploy,

Will stop him from facing the foe,

Yet Asia's mightiest fleet is readied to set sail,

So ride the waves,

Against the rising sun we fight for the,