Darkestrah - Khagan
Original Version Promo Version LP Version 1. Saga of Temudgin 9:27 1. Saga of Temudgin 9:27 1. Saga of Temudgin 9:27 2. Onon River 2:58 2. Onon River 2:58 2. Onon River 2:58 3. Khagan 10:55 3. Khagan 10:55 3. Khagan 10:55 total time 23:20 total time 23:20 total time 23:20 Rerelease Version 1. Saga of Temudgin 9:27 2. Onon River 2:58 3. Khagan 10:55 total time 23:20
1. Saga Of Temudgin "I had no place to hide from the thunder... So I wasn't afraid anymore." The dust was swirling, the steppe was restless, Piles of strange corpses could be seen Under the snowdrifts, In the unseen space. There, where the shore was glaring, Where you can't see the road in darkness, Mongol dressed in silver furs has spoken : "We will flood the earth with blood, all the steppes and all the meadows." He was riding hard, crossing the landscape Of the scorched earth, And everywhere in the steppes the name was resounding : the Great Genghis Khan. The dust was swirling, the steppe was restless, The columns of warriors were marching afar, And the wind waving the banners Whispered softly into their ears That many years ago On the grey-yellow shore of Onon... "Lord of the Blue Sky, Great Tengri ! I bow before you. Give me the strenght. Mongols need laws. I will make them obey... ...Even if I have to kill half of them. Our laws will be simple. Don't kill women or children. Don't forget your debts. Fight enemies to the end. And never betray your Khan." A forlorn child was standing Over the body of his dead father. How a youth put into socks Was lagging through the snow clad earth, About the nameless distant lake Where Temudgin died and Genghis Khan was reborn. Genghis, Genghis, Genghis Khan. 2. Onon River [Instrumental] 3. Khagan We have trampled into dust, The emptiness of endless steppe. We have filled with the ring of blades, The space of the continent. We were galloping towards that distant line, Where the sky closes up with the earth. We were dethroning princes, And ruining walls of the palace And it seemed that we were swiping the cities away, Just with a wave of a hand Winter is my name. Time has come again. Memories of the past day, have gotten cold and ask for fire. Ground,is a flesh wound, open for the winter sleep. In the expanse of the high skies, the gates are already open wide. In his voice there are steel and fire, And tramping of hundreds of thousands steeds. His will is the will of Tengri... "You know your future, Great Khan" "We rode back home. My father didn't talk. Finally he said to me : "You did good. A man has to choose his wife." I didn't know that day... would change my life forever." Lyrics in plain text format