Pax Mongolica

We ride
Across the open steppe
By sword and bow we rule
Under the bloodred tamgha

Nations submit or succumb
To the rule of the Khan
No greater empire
We're the riders of the yam

Karash
Shyngay
Komur
Tenger Etseg

Badysh
Yabash
Kerey
Erleg Khan

Descendants of Genghis
Whom blessed Sarai awaits
As the fleet horse carries you
So shall you carry the secret of death
The scythe of nations

Tenger, your thundering voice
Is heard close to the abyss
Unifier of the thoughts of men
Ruler with a thousand eyes

Accept my offering
Take illness and sorrow from me
Grant me protection
And keep me
From the deity of death

A prayer for the gods of old
Uttered in the tongue of the beasts
Animistic rites conducted
To travel the realms below

Hear the chant of the shaman
His words are unwritten law
For he has seen the lower world
Where countless suns are awaiting rebirth