Oh sons of side 3!
Column of oppression rising from Earth
Colonies writhe, the Sides die,
Sovereign sides, from deep within the skies
Fight for freedom, beheld in a roving Zaku's eye!
Now's the time to strike, freedom is our right,
From Zeon we shall fight, our future's shining bright,
You feddies listen well, resistance we will quell,
Across the starry sea, we "spacenoids" shall be free!
The human ideal...
We have fulfilled...
Now, Open the gates and fire away!
We fall from the stars,
We of the new Master Race, born in outer space...
The cosmic wind of war shall blow again,
Crashing down upon the Federation,
We will fight until we're free, or we're dead!
Sieg Zeon!
Sieg Zeon! (Oh, Sons of Side 3)
Sieg Zeon! (Gather now your blood and iron!)
Sieg Zeon! (Oh, Sons of Side 3)
Sieg Zeon! (Prepare for war!)
Taking terrible toll, yet deterred we are not
The Colonies' Will is the Mighty Fist of Zeon!
We'll gladly bear any atrocity...
...And we'll return it one hundred fold!
You will surely meet ultimate defeat!
Death, upright like man, so get out while you can,
Surrender, now to us, your fleet shall become dust!
Freed from gravity, you'll never shackle us again!
The human ideal...
We have fulfilled...
Now, open the gates and fire away!
We fall from the stars,
We of the new Master Race, born in outer space...
The cosmic wind of war shall blow again,
Crashing down upon the Federation,
We will fight until we're free, or we're dead!
Sieg Zeon!
Sieg Zeon! (Oh, Sons of Side 3)
Sieg Zeon! (Gather now your blood and iron!)
Sieg Zeon! (Oh, Sons of Side 3)
Sieg Zeon! (Prepare for war!)
Now commencing...
Operation British...
We fall from the stars,
We of the new Master Race, born in outer space...
The cosmic wind of war shall blow again,
Crashing down upon the Federation,
We will fight until we're free, or we're dead!
Sieg Zeon!
Sieg Zeon! (Oh, Sons of Side 3)
Sieg Zeon! (Gather now your blood and iron!)
Sieg Zeon! (Oh, Sons of Side 3)
Sieg Zeon! (Prepare for war!)