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Where Xi'an keeps its ancient silent peace
A farmer's plow struck stone and broke the seal
Two thousand years of silence without cease
And now they smile — their chance to wake is real
Each warrior holds the line in perfect step
Buried with men who served the Son of Heaven
Each in his place as if the ground had kept
The soul of Qin Shi Huang — the undead leaven
Each face is different, each has its own gaze
Their swords still sharp as on the forging day
Each carved with mastery through ancient haze
So the great Emperor can lead them to the fray
Li Bai sang not of this relentless line
Sima Qian wrote but doubted what was true
Yet through the centuries they march in silence fine
No rest, no comfort — only what they knew
Their paint all died beneath the living sun
Crimson silk, blue lacquer, gone to dust
Yet toward their goal through ages, one by one
They haven’t aged a moment — still they trust
Eight thousand soldiers standing in the clay
Await the call — just wake them from the dream
To give their life and honor in the fray
The Terracotta Army of the First Supreme!
Time sleeps below — the sand flows in the deep
The sons of Zhongguo wait the war command
The Empire holds its breath in silent keep
The Terracotta Army waits her hour at hand!
The drum will strike — the hour will break the grave
The warriors will beat their chests and rise
And leave their tomb forever — proud and brave
The Terracotta Army — break the skies!
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