Open Steppe

Scythian

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Alone I stand before you
O father of the sky
The open steppe beneath my feet
As far as falcons fly

Come hear my savage spirit
Echo past the unmarked graves
Of those who stand against us
Of those, who sought to make us slaves

To you
I pray

March onward whores of Persia
You will never tame this land
You are blind in my dominion
You are insects to my hand

Fly, like fearful avians
Hide in the folds of the earth like vermin
Submerge beneath the waves you think to command
Or fall beneath our arrows

Hear me coward emperor
I will never march to the crack of your whip
My armies will bleed the ranks of your invincible columns
I will drink from the clefts of your departed head!

I will punish you
As you sought to punish me
Your noble bones will kindle my fire
As your soldiers kneel in shame

Our might is the crushing fist of the gods
Our rush is the frozen wind of open plains
Hear your sycophantic prophets
Chant your annihilation. Your fate is written