Rain beats down with the sound of our war drum
Our faces hard, our steel sharp
We trudge along a broken path
The scent of mist is cold and damp
A village lies upon the steppe
We sprung the attack while they slept
Archers take place upon the hill
whistling arrows ring out shrill
Their militia rises to make their stand
We cut them down, with spear in hand
Our men tear through the barricade
then came forth the cavalcade
We tear through their ranks
Leaving nothing left
We hack through flesh and bone
The blood l*** boils
Their lives are all mine
Take that child's life
Obey my every word
Or live in strife
Rape their women
Put them to the torch
I'll see them gutted
All will know my hate
I am fire, I am hate, I am the one to decide your fate
I am god, I am death, All you know, I'll desecrate
I am a man
of the Khan
I know all of his rules
I don't care for his cause
I am the Scourge
Of the Eastern Steppe
My horde is my own
Here, I am Khan
I am fire, I am hate, I am the one to decide your fate
I am god, I am death, All you know, I'll desecrate
Know my name! Zewegg! All will know of the scourge
Know my ways of massare All the East shall be purged
As we stand upon ruins of battle
Kara Name smiles on us
Galloping hooves gather from the south
A mighty horde rides on us
They sweep the hills riding us down
Flying the flag of our own khan
My men disperse at his will
My scourge had ended
My men begin to turn on me
Pulling me down from my steed
They drag me out before their leader
He looks down on me with distaste
"Zewegg, you know of your crimes
You've come to see yourself divine
You became a monster over time
And now it's time to die!"
Quick grab the rope
He shall die as he lived
Arrows in the knees
broken underfoot
Strung to a horse
Dragged for 7 miles
left out for dead
Erlik here I come!
Our faces hard, our steel sharp
We trudge along a broken path
The scent of mist is cold and damp
A village lies upon the steppe
We sprung the attack while they slept
Archers take place upon the hill
whistling arrows ring out shrill
Their militia rises to make their stand
We cut them down, with spear in hand
Our men tear through the barricade
then came forth the cavalcade
We tear through their ranks
Leaving nothing left
We hack through flesh and bone
The blood l*** boils
Their lives are all mine
Take that child's life
Obey my every word
Or live in strife
Rape their women
Put them to the torch
I'll see them gutted
All will know my hate
I am fire, I am hate, I am the one to decide your fate
I am god, I am death, All you know, I'll desecrate
I am a man
of the Khan
I know all of his rules
I don't care for his cause
I am the Scourge
Of the Eastern Steppe
My horde is my own
Here, I am Khan
I am fire, I am hate, I am the one to decide your fate
I am god, I am death, All you know, I'll desecrate
Know my name! Zewegg! All will know of the scourge
Know my ways of massare All the East shall be purged
As we stand upon ruins of battle
Kara Name smiles on us
Galloping hooves gather from the south
A mighty horde rides on us
They sweep the hills riding us down
Flying the flag of our own khan
My men disperse at his will
My scourge had ended
My men begin to turn on me
Pulling me down from my steed
They drag me out before their leader
He looks down on me with distaste
"Zewegg, you know of your crimes
You've come to see yourself divine
You became a monster over time
And now it's time to die!"
Quick grab the rope
He shall die as he lived
Arrows in the knees
broken underfoot
Strung to a horse
Dragged for 7 miles
left out for dead
Erlik here I come!