[Intro] Your so-called Hell’s just a child's play, throughout history of China, the horrors speak, that reality a nightmare, always much worse. [Verse] Heroes rose, through the Five Dynasties and Ten Kingdoms, famine and war, echoed through the horizon. Fifteen million dead, over seventy years of battle, We remember the struggle, and we continue the journey. Huang Chao's crew, knew what they should do, famine and conflict, killed twenty million in nine years. But don't forget The Guangxu Emperor, of the Qing Dynasty, who achieved the same, in just three years, via the Northern Chinese Famine. Chiang and Hirohito, a war-torn fate, twenty million dead, which still seems too little. For there was a time, when wars scattered like stars in the night, twenty million dead, during The Northern and Southern Dynasties. [Chorus] They say the Great War, the bloodiest we know, a million lives lost, a tragic show onstage. I can’t quite comprehend, can’t wrap my mind, did Westerners only use cold weapons, like the Chinese slaughtering each other one by one? [Verse 2] Liu Che on the throne, declared endless wars for fun, twenty-five million dead, for the sake of nothingness. Not like Chen and Wu, rising to oppose Emperor Qin, two years just passed, thirty million in the mud. Wang Mang, meddling in the Xin Dynasty, Fan Chong, with wars to unfold, thirty million dead, in a bloody thirty years. Yang Guang of the Sui Dynasty, whose tyranny also left a mark, eight years passed, thirty-five million dead. Yuan Shao, Gongsun Zan, corruption in play, Cao Cao, Dong Zhuo, rebellion in mind, Thirty years of killing, forty million dead. But An Lushan and Shi Siming did it better, Twice rebellions in eight years, fifty million gone. [Chorus] Ancient heroes, we salute you, the legends of our bloody ancestry, Through ambition and the craving, your legacy will last. From the Qin to the Qing, the battles never cease, In the heart of the struggle, we’ll continue the path to billions. [Verse 3] Mao Zedong, Zhou Enlai, Liu Shaoqi, Men of hope, heroes to this day. Promising communal era, but butchering via propaganda, Endless carnage in thirty years, seventy million dead. Even the Japanese and Russians don't dare to compete. Zhang Xianzhong, Li Zicheng, fought against injustice, Then became injustice, to fight against justice, Eighty million dead, genocide took most, The end of the Ming Dynasty, it’s a hell display. [Interlude] Zhao Ji, Wanyan clan, Kublai Khan, Song to Yuan, life to death. Floods and droughts, corruption run deep, A hundred million dead, even this is just the beginning. White Lotus Rebellion, red corpse roses, Ming Liang, Lebao, Wang Cong’er, fight to the death, A hundred million dead, in a nine-year war. But Hong Xiuquan and Zeng Guafan have something to say, Twenty years less, two hundred million massacred! Multiple of the World War II! [Interlude] [End Song] The air is filled with smoke and blood, The path is paved with corpses and bones, Dynastic Cycle, Denizen Recycle, There is little hope, to get out of this vicious samsara. [Interlude] Your so-called Hell? It’s just a word, our world’s a place, where pain’s unheard. A living hell can’t match our scars, where even mud prints battle marks. In shadows deep, with blood inside, in a world of despair, where hope’s been denied, So ask yourself, this question clear, what kind of DNA, can survive such terrors?