Under The Eastern Sun
Wizzard Lyrics

Across the plains they had roamed
They traveled far and wide, across the open land

Through the woods and cities they had stormed
They experienced different environments, and conquered them

Victory! Victory!
They were triumphant in their battles, and celebrated their success

In every battle they fought
They faced challenges and overcame them each time

Corpses of enemy soldiers, wives, and children
The cost of victory was death and destruction of innocent people

Burnt together with the ruins of the land
The effects of war were total destruction and chaos

With the blazons on their helmets the fear died away
They used symbols to intimidate their enemies and gain power

In their hearts yet it bloomed in the ones of the enemies
Their confidence grew, but their enemies remained fearful and resentful

The blazon had become symbolic of an unstoppable force
The emblem represented their invincibility and strength

That follows the flag of the emperor all the way until victory or death
They were loyal to their leader and their cause, even to the point of sacrifice

Invincible they marched
They were invulnerable to defeat and traveled with confidence

Through the burnt land
They passed through the aftermath of their own destruction

Victory seemed to be tight
They felt sure of their eventual triumph

In their iron hand
Their power and strength were overwhelming

Until the dawn of winter
Their progress was halted by the season of harsh weather

Every battle had been won
They had been successful in all their past fights

The flag flew proud under the eastern sun
Their emblem represented their glory and success as they traveled eastward

When the first snow fell on the streets
The weather had changed, and fighting became more difficult

The final battle was at hand
The end of their campaign was approaching

Thunder! Lightning!
The fighting was intense and powerful

Cannons grinded the ground
Their powerful weapons wreaked destruction upon the earth

The blood of the comrade on the snow
Their own allies were dying and joining the ranks of the fallen

The fall of the imagined divinity
The loss of their previously invincible position

Limbs frozen they fought in the icy inferno
Their bodies were numb with cold, but they continued fighting in the hostile landscape

Yet the enemy had awoken from its winter sleep
Their opponents had become stronger and more alert in the harsh winter conditions

Though enemies fell in herds their numbers seemed to grow
They defeated enemy after enemy, but new threats kept appearing

The duty was to fight till the last breath - to never retreat
They were bound by their honor and loyalty to keep fighting, even when it seemed hopeless

Persistent they fought
They were determined and continued fighting

After the dawn of winter
As the sun rose, they still struggled against the enemy

No more battles were won
They faced increasing losses and defeat

The flag hung torn under the eastern sun
Their symbol of triumph had been ruined and degraded

By the last dawn thousands and thousands laid dead on the snow
The cost of their campaign was immeasurable, with countless lives lost

Caught by enemy bullets, hunger, or cold
The variety of ways in which the soldiers perished

The distant dreams of victory had bled on the ruined streets
Their hope for success had been destroyed along with everything else

Shattered like the thousands of frozen tears
The broken dreams and shattered hopes were like frozen drops of water

Abandoned they fell
They were left behind by the victors to die

The flag buried in snow under the eastern sun
Their once-proud emblem was now buried and forgotten in the cold land they had fought over