Irtysh's Final Stand

[Vocal type: Powerful swaying Mezzo-soprano Female vocals] [Vocal style: Powerful delivery, melodic hooks, dynamic range, narrative storytelling, aggressive, theatrical elements] [Intro - Instrumental] [Erhu weeps, morin khuur roars, Mongolian throat singing calls to war. Guitar riffs rise, drums pound in time, The battle begins, the clash of steel and rhyme.] [Verse 1] Across the plains, the sun will rise, Few against many, but we defy. Tang banners wave, red on gold, A thousand strong, but hearts more bold. Su Dingfang leads, no room for fear, Hoofbeats thunder, the enemy’s near. Göktürk forces, Helu’s might, But Tang will strike before the night. [Pre-Chorus] [Guitars and drums intensify.] Outflanked, outplayed, they’ll fall apart, Tang tactics win with a soldier's heart! [Chorus] Irtysh runs red in the heat of the fight, Outnumbered we stand, but we hold the line! With sword and fire, our victory’s set, The final stand they won’t forget! [Verse 2] Helu roars, defies the fate, But Su strikes hard, retaliates. Steppe warriors charge, the night ignites, But Tang’s surprise will turn the tides. Under moon and stars, arrows fly, Like lightning flashing through the sky. Tang holds strong, unbroken and proud, Each man a fortress, no defeat allowed. [Pre-Chorus] Divide, conquer, strike at night, Tang will win, the end’s in sight! [Chorus] Irtysh runs red in the heat of the fight, Outnumbered we stand, but we hold the line! With sword and fire, our victory’s set, The final stand they won’t forget! [Bridge - Instrumental Solo] [Erhu cries as morin khuur hums, Mongolian throat singing echoes drums. Then, a solo rips, the guitars lead, Drums pound on, the warriors’ creed!] [Verse 3] At dawn, the Göktürk fall in defeat, Helu captured, Tang stands elite. Protectorates rise, the road is free, The empire's reach, its destiny. On blood-stained fields, history’s made, A lasting empire, the price they paid. From Irtysh’s banks, a legend forged, In battle’s fire, our fate restored. [Chorus] Irtysh runs red in the heat of the fight, Outnumbered we stand, but we hold the line! With sword and fire, our victory’s set, The final stand they won’t forget! [Outro - Instrumental] [Erhu sings as morin khuur fades, Guitars die down, the drums decayed. A final note, the battle won, A lone erhu whispers, the song is done.]