By Myouiijita Mien
From across the grassland,
The Cinerans stand,
Breaking through everything that their enemies had,
But at the last sight,
The Cinerans thought they won the fight,
And then here comes a big 'ol Iridne drunk,
With a mug full of ale in his hand,
The old man,
Took a step past our fleet,
And attacked the Cinerans,
No one could stop him as his killing proceeded,
The Cinerans retreated and never came back to see,
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The Iridine Man!
The one who drinks ale all day and kill with his hands.
[Chorus]
The Iridine Man!