My invasive lonely [bad word] all out of control
I have no more blood to loоse
Сurved scimitar is my muse

Tell me then, what do you feel
When you're walking down the field
Find the spirit of the wild,
Get a reason to survive.

I led all my army
To perish so early
The sword that I'm holding 
Will pave our way home

My spirit has told me
To die in our journey
We will fall in the snow

Take a flag and mount your horse
Feel your legendary force 
Know how wonderful it is
To ride through exalted hills

Dirty foes [bad word] away
To Great Khan they will obey, 
When the enemies [bad word] 
Nomad's order will be done.