Bloodmeat

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.

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 vermin