A terror sweeping across the vast Eurasian Steppe, dread, the death gallop Scythians, the warriors of lore, riders of war, descending on tribes, lives forfeit to their arrows
Nomad kings Askuzai, lords of the horse, battle cry signals their force Tattooed corps., eagle and boar, lightning fast and in battle cast Scyth, shock and awe, their calling card for centuries Beheading their enemies, ascending into history, masters of war known for their barbarity
Scoloti Fierce royals Leaders of their savage war clans, Noblemen Soldier women joining their ranks, death sirens, mercenaries
Continent ravaged by fear, Nineveh sacked by the horsemen Commandeered gold and riches, profiteers menace the silk road Raids... from The Black Sea to the far eastern reaches Empires plagued, Achaemenids, Sarmatia battled the nomads, bloodshed rode by way of daunting war steeds
Scoloti Fierce royals Leaders of their savage war clans, Noblemen Soldier women joining their ranks, death sirens, mercenaries Hired by their rivals
Their long held horror campaign, dealt a blow by Macedonians The Horse Kings loosing their reigns, further scarred by the Assyrians Hellenized, weakened through trade, empire dealt a death knell The Bosporans Mithridates The Great King
From the vastest plains, the endless horizon, flowing through their veins, the blood of a million slain Mostly myth remains of tyrants from the Steppe, villages in flames, the echoes of ancestral pain Cries... heard in the wind Skies... above their lost, empire of yoreTeksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
