Under the banner of spear, blood and fear The hordes from the steppes marching on the frontier The way for the rider is far so ride hard As the horsemen drawing near And the strongest one appears With the iron he will rule, the iron fist of power There is no place to run or hide and there are no walls so high When the Khan has found his prey, then the prey will be defeated Warriors of the Mongol clans they are the masters of the fight No mercy is shown when the battle is won The conquered will bow and the hordes they will grow Follow the Khan As we conquer the land of the Foes of the Khan Now there is no escape The hordes of the Khan Join the ranks of the horde and then Follow the Khan To the end of the world we will go Born to the saddle of clans of the horse By chaos and turmoil, gave birth to a force He makes no excuse if you’re rich, or you’re poor He will value all your skills And he will recognise the kills From the eastern steppes of clans, the greatest seed of power The calling of the wild is strong and is carried by the wind The Mongolian tribes unite, to the fight under the banner To crush all opposition and to defeat them on the field The scourge of the gods will deliver the blow He will strike down the foes and the hordes they will grow Break and crush your rivals Hear them weep and cry To steal all that they hold dear To kill their love with fear