Enemies of the khanate Strung on hooks like pigs to slaughter Heads will roll Heads will roll, and throats will be slit And blood will flow like springs of water Heads will roll
To the rivers red, across the ochre steppe
A thousand fathers killed, a thousand virgin daughters spread With swords still wet, with swords still wet With the blood of their dead.
Nurjan is upon us, he kills in silence after prayers Genghis Khan is upon us, he slays his betrayers Genghis Khan is upon us, he slays his betrayers
Thus now the fools of God will guard the city of our birth Hold an ear to the ground to hear the sound of clamoring And horses stammering as their gallop meets the earth
A thousand fathers killed, a thousand virgin daughters spread With swords still wet, with swords still wet With the blood of their dead. [x2]
Tomorrow Tomorrow they will find us, hide the children free of sin We will meet their blades by morning protected only by our skin Tomorrow we will find them, seek the youngest of their kin We will meet them with our fury, We will crush them all like vermin We will crush them all like verminTeksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
