Glory of the Khan Lyrics

Oh, pour another drink
While we sit and speak
Of our victories of late
And the men who we have slain
Raise your glass to the glory of the Khan
The lands we've conquered the wars we've won
They will sing for years to come
Of those we've lost and the lands we're from

Now that the south has fallen
We may stop to drink
Until the horde is gathered
To conquer once again

Oh, we are the men of the steppes
Mongolians through and through
Into battle we ride
With honour, glory and pride
Raise your glass to the glory of the Khan
The lands we've conquered the wars we've won
They will sing for years to come
Of those we've lost and the lands we're from

Here we bask in glory
In the aftermath of the war
The wall did fall
And now we celebrate

The South is burning
And we are singing
We came and conquered
In the name of the golden horde
Oh, pour another drink
While we sit and speak
Of our victories of late
And the men who we have slain

Raise your glass to the glory of the Khan
the lands we've conquered the wars we've won
They will sing for years to come
Of those we've lost and the lands we're from

Oh, we are the men of the steppes
Mongolians through and through
Into battle we ride
With honour, glory and pride