They forget the hallowed words upon the death of time.
May they share the fate of those who deny to me what's mine,
They forget the howling chains that bind me safe away,
One of many old chanyus forgotten in this way.
They forget the steel swords they used to cast me down,
They shall not forget again before my flaming crown.
They forget the seven brides that wait for my return,
Such loveliness is lost upon the children of the urns.
They forget the seals that are used to keep me still,
Only one remembers and is not bent to my will.
Seven seals, seven tribes, six reclaimed, one shall be mine,
And ere the end of all your days the Crimson Khan shall ride.