Heads will roll and throats will be slit and blood will flow like springs of water - to the rivers red, 

across the ochre steppe. A thousand fathers killed,

a thousand virgin daughters spread 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 

Thus now the fools of god will guard the city of our birth, 

hold an ear to the ground to hear the sound of clamoring and horses stammering 

as their gallop meets the earth 

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 

We will meet them with our fury 

We will crush them all like vermin