There once was a blue-gray wolf Whom destiny ordained warrior king of the world Born to the saddle- blacksmith- tyrant to be In the great valley of Gurvan Nuur Storming with mane of flame and blood red A forging of empire, the horder enthroned Grim century of cruelty, of scourge and war A man of his time- only more... Horsemen merciless from the open steppe Whirlwinds of destruction A warlord's pursuit of unbridled joy Of revenge so sweet and subjugation And for those chafed at the yoke Blazing arrows, human shields, burning bones Innocents slaughtered and crushed Bloodthirsty orgies of extermination His was the roar of the king of beasts Of typhoons- and fallen kingdoms and kind Of ravening- as predator to prey And of fiercest lightnings divine He was the punishment (meted out) by th gods The sanguinary one who scorned defeat Torn bodies of women, weeping and wailing Flames devouring the vanquished Samarkand, Bukhara, Nishapur, Merv A hundred thousand heads rolling in the dust Oceans of sacrilege raged and rushed Eternal sadism's only law Rape and conquest Cities to the sword Atrocity ma**acre Temujin "As a bow lusting for its arrow And an arrow lusting for its star With an eagle's talons grasping new life As a roaring wind that blows my soul bright For it is blessedness to impress one's hands Upon millennia as on wax To etch ideas into men as on steel and stone" His was the roar of the king of beasts Of typhoons- and fallen kingdoms and kind Of ravening- as predator to prey And of fiercest lightnings divine There once was a blue-gray wolf Whom destiny ordained warrior king of the world Born to the saddle- blacksmith- tyrant to be In the great valley of Gurvan Nuur Storming with mane of flame and blood red A forging of empire, the horder enthroned Grim century of cruelty, of scourge and war A man of his time- only more... Rape and conquest Cities to the sword Atrocity ma**acre Temujin Quote from Nietzsche's "Thus Spoke Zarathustra"