Bloodmeat

Enemies of the Khanate strung on hooks like pigs to slaughter

Heads will roll,

Throats will be slit and blood will flow like springs of water

To the river red, across the ochre steppe.

A thousand fathers killed, a thousand virgin daughters spread

With swords still wet with swords still wet,

With the blood of their dead.



Nurjan is upon us, he kills in silence after prayers

Ghengis Khan is upon us and he slays his betrayers

Ghengis Khan is upon us and he slays his betrayers



Thus now the fools of god

Will guard the city of our birth,

Hold an ear to the ground,

Hear the sound of clamoring and horses stammering

As their gallop meets the earth



A thousand fathers killed, a thousand virgin daughters spread

With swords still wet with swords still wet,

With the blood of their dead.

A thousand fathers killed, a thousand virgin daughters spread

With swords still wet with swords still wet,

With the blood of their dead.



Tomorrow,

(Tomorrow they will find us) hide the children free of sin

(We will meet their blades by morning) protected only by your skin

Tomorrow we will find them, (seek the youngest of their kin)

And we will meet them with our fury

We will crush them all like... vermin!

We will crush them all like... vermin!