Khagan

We have trampled into dust
The emptiness of endless steppe
We have filled with the ring of blades
The space of the continent
We were galloping towards that distant line
Where the sky closes up with the earth.

We were dethroning princes
And ruining walls of the palace
And it seemed that we were swiping the cities away
Just with a wave of a hand.

Winter is my name
Time has come again
Memories of the past day have gotten cold and ask for fire
Groundis a flesh wound open for the winter sleep
In the expanse of the high skies the gates are already open wide.

In his voice there are steel and fire
And tramping of hundreds of thousands steeds
His will is the will of Tengri.

"You know your future Great Khan"

"We rode back home My father didn't talk
Finally he said to me: "You did good A man has to choose his wife"
I didn't know that day would change my life forever".