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