| Song | Jubilant Cry |
| Artist | Nightrage |
| Album | Descent Into Chaos |
| 作曲 : Iliopoulos | |
| Beyond this grim reality. A flightning spirit followed his own rules. | |
| Staring at the peaceful borders of sanity. Rebirth of the dead tears. | |
| Playing with each moment. Indulging in reveries. With every little rise. | |
| And fall of the leaves. Every vision transformed into reality. | |
| A touch of bitterness propitiates. The path of honour is open. | |
| Nevermore grief and agony. This persevering hopes of the past are not only fake dreams. | |
| (Chorus:) | |
| The war is finished. The enemy crushed with a jubilant cry. | |
| The war is finished. Everybody at last knows the truth. | |
| Our liberties and dignity will never trample again. | |
| The smile returned to our hearts. The sub humans go into hiding. | |
| Woe to the vanquished. Beyond this grim reality. | |
| A fighting spirit followed his own rules. Staring at the peaceful borders of sanity. | |
| Rebirth of the dead tears. The path of honour is open. | |
| Nevermore grief and agony. The persevering hopes of the past are not only fake dreams. | |
| (Chorus) |
| zuò qǔ : Iliopoulos | |
| Beyond this grim reality. A flightning spirit followed his own rules. | |
| Staring at the peaceful borders of sanity. Rebirth of the dead tears. | |
| Playing with each moment. Indulging in reveries. With every little rise. | |
| And fall of the leaves. Every vision transformed into reality. | |
| A touch of bitterness propitiates. The path of honour is open. | |
| Nevermore grief and agony. This persevering hopes of the past are not only fake dreams. | |
| Chorus: | |
| The war is finished. The enemy crushed with a jubilant cry. | |
| The war is finished. Everybody at last knows the truth. | |
| Our liberties and dignity will never trample again. | |
| The smile returned to our hearts. The sub humans go into hiding. | |
| Woe to the vanquished. Beyond this grim reality. | |
| A fighting spirit followed his own rules. Staring at the peaceful borders of sanity. | |
| Rebirth of the dead tears. The path of honour is open. | |
| Nevermore grief and agony. The persevering hopes of the past are not only fake dreams. | |
| Chorus |