From the clatter of hooves of our battle horses Trembles and shakes all our Earth And thousands of arrows, which covered the sun For enemies carry death And being ready to conquer or die in the fight Were gonna seize all world Brave and ruthless, proud and wild Barbaric hordes from North Our swords are sharpened Our spears are strong And nothings gonna save the enemies Were gonna make the greatest feast On their broken bones And drink their blood as wine Wild march has begun and quite soon Well bring to the knees all that world Great and evil, true and strong Barbaric hordes from North
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