A name that shines, a star in the sky,
CheonAn’s story will never die.
A dream of the past, now history unfolds,
The path of Jeon, forever it holds.
Baek-Je began with a sword in hand,
Jeonseop’s blade, defending the land.
Hwanseong’s name carved in lore,
CheonAn roots, forever more.
Flames of Goryeo, the battle’s heat,
Jeonrak’s blade, no sign of defeat.
By Wang Geon’s side, a legacy grows,
Jeon’s bright spark, forever glows.
Born in CheonAn, the flames ignite,
Jeon’s spirit strong, burning bright.
Winds carry their voices, past and pride,
CheonAn stars, where dreams reside.
Eighty-thousand blocks, hands at work,
Jeongwangjae’s path, no twist or quirk.
CheonAn’s tale, unbroken stream,
The ancestors’ glow, a lasting gleam.
Shouts of farmers, the banner’s rise,
Jeon Bong-jun’s fight, truth never dies.
Hae-san’s blade, the freedom’s cry,
Jeon’s strength lives, reaching the sky.
Across the rivers, the names take flight,
From Baekje to Goryeo, through darkest night.
CheonAn’s spark, a path so wide,
We walk this road, with Jeon as our guide.
Born in CheonAn, the flames ignite,
Jeon’s spirit strong, burning bright.
Winds carry their voices, past and pride,
Cheonan stars, where dreams reside.
It started in Baekje, endless quest,
CheonAn’s song beats in every chest.
Jeon’s road flows, the journey consumes,
Dancing through time, the stars resume.
CheonAn’s story will never die.
A dream of the past, now history unfolds,
The path of Jeon, forever it holds.
Baek-Je began with a sword in hand,
Jeonseop’s blade, defending the land.
Hwanseong’s name carved in lore,
CheonAn roots, forever more.
Flames of Goryeo, the battle’s heat,
Jeonrak’s blade, no sign of defeat.
By Wang Geon’s side, a legacy grows,
Jeon’s bright spark, forever glows.
Born in CheonAn, the flames ignite,
Jeon’s spirit strong, burning bright.
Winds carry their voices, past and pride,
CheonAn stars, where dreams reside.
Eighty-thousand blocks, hands at work,
Jeongwangjae’s path, no twist or quirk.
CheonAn’s tale, unbroken stream,
The ancestors’ glow, a lasting gleam.
Shouts of farmers, the banner’s rise,
Jeon Bong-jun’s fight, truth never dies.
Hae-san’s blade, the freedom’s cry,
Jeon’s strength lives, reaching the sky.
Across the rivers, the names take flight,
From Baekje to Goryeo, through darkest night.
CheonAn’s spark, a path so wide,
We walk this road, with Jeon as our guide.
Born in CheonAn, the flames ignite,
Jeon’s spirit strong, burning bright.
Winds carry their voices, past and pride,
Cheonan stars, where dreams reside.
It started in Baekje, endless quest,
CheonAn’s song beats in every chest.
Jeon’s road flows, the journey consumes,
Dancing through time, the stars resume.