Hooves trample the steppe
The four winds carry ill omen
Black arrows hail death
None can stand fast
The Olde Ones' lament
Would be carried ‘cross continent
Masters of war and pain
Leave the olde world blood stained

Born again to wield iron and scour the earth for the prize
Only one there could be

No stone circle star crossed could protect from countless loss
The Goddesses stamped out; how they wail in their rout
Deep in the earth or the heavens on high
Wherever they may roam the wind carries their cries
They watch and they hide in their despair
as the Kurgan rape and kill with no care

Born again to wield iron and scour the earth for the prize
Only one there could be

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