On the rise of a new dawning
 I gaze upon a pagan mass
 Who cry in tones of victory and hail their gods in the skies
 Their shields and armor are glittering under the heat of a heathen sun
 Their hearts face with the pride to follow their father long gone
 Storming through the battlefields for the pantheon of their god
 They ride their steeds to new frontiers forever more in the night...
 Ah... Marching of the hordes...
 Against a sky tinted crimson red
 Over bloodsoaked meadows
 Through the ashes of the shamanic flames
 From the Anatolia shadows