Three Banners Under Firev6

[Intro — guqin and erhu motif over distant war drums] The old court fades beneath a burning sun. Three banners rise where one once stood. [Verse 1] The provinces divide beneath the storm. The border fires stain the evening sky. A promise binds the soldiers to the cause, while distant drums announce another fight. Across the fields, the broken standards gather. Across the river, watchful armies wait. Each side believes the land will crown its vision. Each march leaves more behind the gates. [Pre-Chorus] The drums roll over mountains. The river carries ash. A kingdom built on loyalty can splinter in a clash. [Chorus] Three banners rise beneath a burning sky. Three armies march toward one divided horizon. We trade our years for one more battle cry, while the land remembers every fallen life. Who will stand when all the fires die? Who will claim the dawn when hope is gone? Three banners rise beneath a burning sky— and none can turn the old world back again. [Verse 2] The river waits beneath the gathered warships. The northern ranks advance against the tide. A shifting wind transforms the field of battle. The flames reveal what strategy can hide. The allied lines hold fast against the darkness. The current bears the broken shields away. A clever plan can change the course of battle, but cannot bring the lost back from the fray. [Pre-Chorus] The drums roll over mountains. The river carries ash. A kingdom built on loyalty can splinter in a clash. [Chorus] Three banners rise beneath a burning sky. Three armies march toward one divided horizon. We trade our years for one more battle cry, while the land remembers every fallen life. Who will stand when all the fires die? Who will claim the dawn when hope is gone? Three banners rise beneath a burning sky— and none can turn the old world back again. [Breakdown — heavy half-time, Chinese war drums and low guitars] HOLD THE LINE! THE RIVER BURNS! RAISE THE BANNERS! THE WHEEL OF WAR TURNS! FOR THE LAND! FOR THE CAUSE! EVERY VICTORY FEEDS THE FLAME! [Bridge — guqin and clean vocals, gradually building] The maps are drawn by hands that tremble. The stars give no command. The strongest walls can fall by morning. The dead leave nothing in their hands. [Build] The old sky breaks. The war drums fade. The names are lost. The scars remain. [Final Chorus — epic clean vocals with erhu and choir] Three banners rise beneath a burning sky. Three armies march toward one divided horizon. We gave our years for one more battle cry, and left the land to carry what was lost. Who will stand when all the fires die? Who will wear the crown when hope is gone? Three banners rise beneath a burning sky— but no empire can command the dawn. [Outro — guqin and erhu over fading war drums] The banners fall. The river moves. The age is gone. The scars remain.