(We will meet their blades by morning)
With the blood of their dead
Thus still the fools of God will guard the city of our birth
A thousand fathers killed
Hold an ear to the ground, yeah, hear the sound
A thousand virgin daughters spread
(Tomorrow they will find us)
(Across the ochre steppe)
A thousand fathers killed
Heads will roll to the River Red
Blood will flow like springs of water
Tomorrow we will find them
With swords still wet, with swords still wet
And we will crush them all like vermin
Protected only by your skin
With the blood of their dead
Hide the children free of sin
Heads will roll, throats will be slit
A thousand virgin daughters spread
Clamoring and horses stammer as their gallop meets the earth
Now, Jin is upon us, he kills in silence after prayers
With the blood of their dead
With swords still wet, with swords still wet
(Seek the youngest of their kin)
And we will meet them with our fury
Genghis Khan is upon us, he slays his betrayers
Genghis Khan is upon us, he slays his betrayers
A thousand virgin daughters spread
A thousand fathers killed
With swords still wet, with swords still wet
