a revolution,
born of the forest, is
the holy ti-ger spirit,
which swims across, the,
sea of blood, that,
stains an unspoiled land.
ten thousand years, live,
ten thousand years,
the tigers will live, ten thousand years
ten thousand years, live,
ten thousand years,
the tigers will live,ten thousand years
hearts cease to beat with, a
whole world collapsing, a
city broken in heavenly tears,
sorrow becomes strength, with-the-
grace of a white crane,
eternal life is a strong heart.
ten thousand years, live,
ten thousand years,
the tigers will live,
ten thousand years
ten thousand years, live,
ten thousand years,
the tigers will live,
ten thousand years