The Khitan tread on sacred land, Our broken soil slips through our hands, Like shattered shards upon the earth…
The Khitan tread on sacred land,
Our broken soil slips through our hands,
Like shattered shards upon the earth,
While people bleed and lose their worth.
Shall we stay silent as they rise,
And darkness swallows honor's skies?
From every corner, brave and wroth—
One hundred twenty swear the oath.
I vow to protect this land with my life!
Break this vow, and be undone,
By wrath of earth and wrath of sun.
(Below are densely packed names and handprints)