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 massacre

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 massacre

Temujin



[Quote from Nietzsche's "Thus Spoke Zarathustra"]