[Verse 1] Hark the tread of marching hosts, a hundred thousand strong, Banners like black tides that break, a war-song grim and long. Six thousand Uroch iron-steeds, all belching smoke and coal, They thundered through Kyokami, with conquest in their soul. The scent of pitch, the howl of wind, the pass a narrow throat, Men whispered prayers with trembling hands as war upon them rode. [Chorus ] Scorched Pass, alight with cruel flame, Ash like falling snow, no trace of flesh remains. Flame and iron, fury named, Where Tetsu’s fire writes the law upon the plains. [Verse 2] Forty thousand stood like stone beneath the White Oni’s sign, Three thousand Grave Stomper tanks—iron feet in line. Tetsu raised hand, the ancient heat, a furnace from the rite, Fifteen thousand turned to smoke and vanished in that light. No bones were found where bodies fell, no shepherd’s dirge was called, Only the hissing of the flame and embers where they stalled. [Chorus ] Scorched Pass, alight with cruel flame, Ash like falling snow, no trace of flesh remains. Flame and iron, fury named, Where Tetsu’s fire writes the law upon the plains. [Bridge ] Three days the sky was copper-bleached, three days the earth ran red, Clang of steel and stench of smoke, the living and the dead. Tanks that thundered like iron steeds beat chords of earth and bone, While Tetsu’s magic, white and wild, made bedrock melt and groan. [Verse 3 — Proclamation] When smoke grew thin and silence came, the Human host undone, The Yamazaki’s banners flew where once the invaders shone. Tetsu stood with ash upon his brow and voiced the warrior’s drum: its our turn to take land from them A stark decree from fiery lips — the future yet to come. [Final Chorus — Triumphant] Scorched Pass, ablaze in victory’s name, Ash like falling snow, no trace of flesh remains. From cinder-streaked ridges to the river’s flame, Clan Yamazaki claims the dawn and rends the old chains. [Outro ] Remember ye the burning breath that bent the mountain’s spine, The day the White Oni scorched the pass and turned the tide of time. The Human Empire tasted defeat — the tale is sung and sworn, The land was won in furnace-light; a new era is born.