Song of the Taiping Saber

A mine slave who escaped from the Jing Mountain mines, An old blade pulled from a dead man's body, A lawless world the boy yearns for, A lone city that once inspired warriors across the land to die without hesitation. The living must remember the dead. A charcoal pencil, a wooden plaque. When the history books are finally written, only a few words remain: Chen, as in General Chen. Wang, as in General Wang.