Currents of Sorrow

Currents of Sorrow
Dark skies up ahead;
Bad Omen, but we will do our best
With Anda and Toghrul by my side
We'll kill the enemy and bring back what's mine
The wind intrudingly bellows as I quickly stride
Destination: the north Steppes
Those Merkits will die

I can hear you calling from the wilderness…
The lone wind talks to me, tells truth
I will soon come…

Riding restlessly through currents of sorrow and fear
I pass ancient abominations
Gaining inspiration from the forest of wisdom

The horses fly, hoofs flailing in the air
Our goal lays before us
The winds clash the skin, distance diminishes

Darkness now… overcomes…
We enter the clearing, village before us;
Here they lay asleep, dormant like bats
Cutting their throats one by one we relish their peace
Let us find my Borte…

In the moonlight I saw her face
And the wind gently whispered…

Solo

Proceeding in the midst of night
Lighting the torch, then we swept from the clearing
Into the cold abyss; the northern land

Sacred stars above us
Jamuka leads the way…
With her by my side… we ride on…
The night may still be young but here the soul quickly grows old
Apparitions of the night await us….