Mongolian Horde

[Intro with horse hooves’ sounds, galloping, drawing near, mixed with Mongolian horsemen war cries] [Mongol-Tuvan throat singing male voice] We´re a storm, we’re wolves We’re your death or our revenge [Topshur solo] [Verse, clear female sorrowful voice] Mongolian horses, Mongolian horses, over the hills! It’s plain their piercing voices will bring us waves of war; a path to pain. [Verse 2] My people withdrew to the mountains; some took the shortest route to the sea, while I, witless, witnessed their savagery. [Topshur solo 2] [Outro, intense] A mounted bowman drew near; a arrowhead well aimed at the very heart of fear. [Sudden end]