Rifts In The Steppes

Brass horn blown loud

Bows strung and arrows fletched

Big sky empty of clouds

A day for glory to catch

Led by the white horse

Ride across the plains

Follow ancestor's course

Seek not triviality in vain

Ride with aureate horde

Split the sky and crack ground

Dancing of the sword

Glory soon to be found

From the gobi make haste

Like a light from eternal day

Through bounties to frozen waste

Let sky wolves lead the way

Forge the forever story

Go from the darkest night

Spread equestrian glory

Battle borne chronicles write