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[Verse 1] Wind whips the sand, tearing silk, crashing the sky All heroes beneath the frost-blade have passed by The stars lie slanting, cold soaking through armor Who blows the horn, shattering the sunset's cry [Verse 2] I think back to beacon fires burning thirty years Horses tread the dying sun, crushing the barren ford Bones piled layer on layer, heaped into rugged hills Ten thousand years of glory, just ants' words Carved deep into the gray stone tablet of the hills [Chorus] Now I ride back again Yellow sand has swallowed the old camps Only clouds churn and frown at the sky's edge A long cry in the vastness, one question A thousand years from now, who remembers the barren bones [Bridge] A thousand years, who remembers the bones The broken stele worn smooth of seal-script lines Vast and faint, one breath A thousand years, who remembers the bones [Outro] Wind whips the sand, cutting the sky All heroes beneath heaven have passed by Sand buries the record of glory A thousand years, who remembers the bones [Outro 2] Mountains and rivers remain, yet the home is torn Though thousands stand against me, I walk alone [Final Chant] I walk alone I walk alone Though thousands stand against me I march on [Note] Written in the autumn of Bingwu, by Ji