Broken land...Yet the mountains and rivers still watch over us. Silent steps through shattered ground, Shadows whisper, lost and found. Blades reflect the crimson sky, Bound by honor—live or die. Through the flames, we rise and stand, Guided by this mortal hand. Echoes call from distant cries, Spirits soar— our legacy survives. Winds of fate may twist and turn, Ashes fall, yet fires burn. Hearts unyielding, forged in steel, Dreams of peace we still conceal. Through the flames, we rise and stand, Guided by this mortal hand. Echoes call from distant cries, Spirits soar— our legacy survives. Fading echoes, timeless vow, Bound to honor, here and now. Through the flames, we rise and stand, Guided by this mortal hand. Echoes call from distant cries, Spirits soar— our legacy survives. We are bound by honor...Forever.