Ode to Restoring Our Homeland
Smoke and dust stain Huaguo's lands, while darkness rages across the world.
Monstrous fiends invade our vast domain, and demon armies storm our mighty passes.
Our bold ambitions soar to the heavens; our iron-blooded spirit shatters enemy lines.
We point our swords at evil, purge the wicked, and defend our homes and nation, returning in triumph.
Beacon fires burn on, never fading; the blood-red setting sun casts its sorrow over the mountains and rivers.
Demonic miasma sweeps across silent villages, while ghostly fog blankets a thousand empty roads.
Soldiers sleep with weapons at hand, their hearts like iron; our young warriors steel themselves, their resolve firm as stone.
Long spears whirl in fury, stirring wind and cloud; sharp arrows streak through the sky, chilling the stars.
Let spring thunder startle the ghosts; then, with righteous spirit, we shall subdue the stubborn fiends.
When peace reigns across the four seas and demons are vanquished, we shall restore our homeland and know years of peace.
