Sons Of The Golden Horde

ROADWOLF

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Riding through the tundra
We shake the frozen ground
Beware our mounted warriors
With hatred in their souls

We came from Sarai
Far beyond the horizon
We're sworn to our leader
Our lord is Batu Khan

A storm is rising in the east
As we follow the setting Sun

Run away and spread the word
Fear the sons of the golden horde

Hail Batu Khan!

Kingdoms under fire
Cities under siege
No wall, no tower made of stone
Can save you from our rage

In union you're all standing
To defend your citadel
Soon our fiery stallions
Drive you straight in the flames of hell

Don't you dare to break the oath
Show no mercy for the weak

Run away and spread the word
Fear the sons of the golden horde
On your knees and hail our lord
Fear the sons of the golden horde

Don't you dare to break the oath
Show no mercy for the weak
Run away and spread the word
Fear the sons of the golden horde
On your knees and hail our lord
Fear the sons of the golden horde

Go on and tell your emperor
His king lies in the dust
Decapitated warrior
Out of his skull I'll drink his blood
His fighting men are rotting
Decaying in the Sun
The scourge of God is coming
To take you down one by one