Baby-boy pressed against his armored chest
The hero rides towards enemy lines
Tenthousand spears point towards the fighter
Tenthousand swords are drawn, horses mounted
Tenthousand arrows are aimed, skies darken
He raises his shield and rides on, on!
The hope of the dynasty in his arms
Three kingdoms under eternal Heaven
Tears in his eyes, his mistress drowned herself
Better to jump into a deep pit
Than to fall into the enemy's hands
But the heir of Shu is saved, ride on, on!
The soldier fights, while the young prince cries
He soothes the child while he slays his foes
His armor is bloodstained, his blade shines red
As the hero carries the child with him
He rides on to safety, rides on!