The moon over Chenjing, the snow on Zhongnan, all become blood raining down upon the world. The Golden Throne Hall, the steps of bone, filled with the muffled cries of wronged souls. Do not look back, do not look back. A lone wild goose treads through snow, seeking vengeance. Across a thousand calamities the Star Raft sails, and when the dragon-patterned blade is drawn, all beneath heaven will tremble.
