Yet, boys and fathers separated

Lived for years in a endless battle

In the heat of the desert, in the cold of the mountains

They fight

For the glory of your Khan

To take away in the cities terror and hate

Their mark: the massacre, fire and scuffle

Slaved the children

Raped the woman with pleasure

For the glory of your khan

In the plains they march - For your Khan

With violence they kill - For your Khan

With out conscience they die - For your Khan

Crush the enemies head, their bodies deface

Drinking their blood guarter with mettle

Anthropofagic banguet on they helmets they eat

For the glory of your Khan

Yet, boys and fathers separated...

To take away in the cities terror and hate...

In the plains they march...