HIStory

[Intro] (orchestral, distant wind, faint war drums) [Verse 1] The vast desert's wild sands grasp the black wind Hooves pound, voices cry — shattering the firmament Vast and brown-yellow, congealed in the cry of spears Lying or standing beneath the stars, sipping the crimson dawn [Chorus] We are the dust, we are the blade We are the silence the sands have made We lie in the stars, we stand in the flame And history remembers not our name [Verse 2] The yellow earth, it hardens into cries of war A halberd writes what heaven never wrote before Beneath the wheel of autumn moon and Bingwu's light We sip the crimson sky and vanish into night [Chorus] We are the dust, we are the blade We are the silence the sands have made We lie in the stars, we stand in the flame And history remembers not our name [Bridge] Autumn moon... Bingwu year... A halberd... a word... A breath... then gone... One breath... scattered in the wind... [Final Chorus] We are the dust, we are the blade We are the silence the sands have made We lie in the stars, we stand in the flame And history remembers not our name [Outro] Sands... wind... stars... gone... (faint drum, silence)