History

[Intro] (xiao flute solo, distant desert wind, faint war drums, no vocals) [Verse 1] (deep male voice, sparse, almost spoken) 大漠狂沙握黑风 The vast desert's wild sands grasp the black wind 声嘶蹄急破苍穹 Hooves pound, voices cry — shattering the firmament 茫茫褐黄凝戈唳 Vast and brown-yellow, congealed in the cry of spears 卧立星空吷霞红 Lying or standing beneath the stars, sipping the crimson dawn [Chorus] (strings swell, war drums enter, full voice) 我们是尘，我们是刃 We are the dust, we are the blade 我们是沙海沉默的痕 We are the silence the sands have made 卧于星辰，立于烽焰 We lie in the stars, we stand in the flame 而历史不记我们的名 And history remembers not our name [Verse 2] (drums tighten like galloping hooves, building) 褐黄大地凝成战嚎 The yellow earth, it hardens into cries of war 长戟书写天所未描 A halberd writes what heaven never wrote before 丙午秋月悬于苍穹 Beneath the wheel of autumn moon and Bingwu's light 饮尽霞红没入长夜 We sip the crimson sky and vanish into night [Chorus] (full orchestra, choir joins, powerful) 我们是尘，我们是刃 We are the dust, we are the blade 我们是沙海沉默的痕 We are the silence the sands have made 卧于星辰，立于烽焰 We lie in the stars, we stand in the flame 而历史不记我们的名 And history remembers not our name [Bridge] (xiao flute only, solo voice, bare and quiet) 丙午秋月 Autumn moon... Bingwu year... 一戟 A halberd... a word... 一书 A breath... then gone... 一息散于风 One breath... scattered in the wind... [Final Chorus] (full power, choir and solo intertwined, then decaying) 我们是尘，我们是刃 We are the dust, we are the blade 我们是沙海沉默的痕 We are the silence the sands have made 卧于星辰，立于烽焰 We lie in the stars, we stand in the flame 而历史不记我们的名 And history remembers not our name [Outro] (instruments fade, wind returns, whispered) 沙 风 星 逝 Sands... wind... stars... gone... (faint drum hit, silence)