Lyrics

Bloodlines in the steppe
Work a mighty blade
Tribes of endless war
Taking souls back
To the hell they made

There is fire in his eyes
And lightning on his face
Held tightly in his hands
Future families
Erased

In the hall winds moan
When his warriors strike
Citadels demise
Nothing can survive

There is fire in his eyes
And lightning on his face
Held tightly in his hands
Future families
Erased

Soul waves in the wind
Bound by horse’s hair
Carried on for all times
Until Russians found him there
Found him there

Erased

No mind of monk
Or feat of strength
Could save the khan
From his next fate
Owl and raven
Answer each other’s cries
All the silk in the East
Can’t pay for sultans lies

Legacy lives