War and Commerce Reign Supreme

The bitter wind sweeps over the frosty sea as the grass withers; sinews taut and strong, the northern steeds grow fierce. Thirty thousand Han warriors march, with the generals Po and Huo at their head. White-feathered arrows are tucked at their waists; swordlight gleams like autumn lotuses drawn from their sheaths. Heaven's troops descend through the snow at Jade Gate Pass; enemy arrows fly like sand, striking golden armor. Dragons and tigers clash in the clouds and wind; Venus enters the moon, and the enemy can be crushed. The enemy can be crushed, the banner star extinguished; tread on barbarian entrails and wade through barbarian blood. Hang the barbarians beneath the blue sky, bury them by the Purple Frontier. With no barbarians left, the Han Way will prosper.