The Great Netherworld Calamity

Gazing north toward the dark peaks, I seek the heavens; towering waves shatter the clouds.

The boundless ages roll eastward.

Stars hang above the barren ramparts; wind and thunder stir the cold heights.

Who remembers the beacon fires that consumed loyal hearts? The mountains and rivers remain as majestic as ever.

Dynasties rise and fall, restoring order to the world time and again.

I raise my sword and sing, cleaving through all; I pour a libation to the spring waters of the great river.