THE WINDS OF DEATH

       Within a tower of guilded walls the emperor was crowned
       The lord of power over all and treasure without bound
       So great a majesty was he they feared him as a god
       And every subject lay before him bowed and overawed

       There is no star in heavens sky to match this perfect king
       No mortal son of man would dare to tempt the wrath he'd bring
       No mountains high nor oceans deep could stay that potent hand
       His splendor shone before him as a blaze across the land

       Then came a horseman from the north to stir the hearts of men
       And breathe the fire of valor's blood into the world again
       He rode unto the edge of death to brave the wrath of hell
       He rode unto the peak of life to drink from glory's well

       The warriors of the frozen north rode out to join his throng
       Born of the bitter arctic wind, raised by the demon song
       Sworn by their oath to a worthy man, bound to a mighty lord
       Following fury unto death wielding the Mongol sword

       The empire had no thought to crush this legion of the bold
       No ragged fools of northern steppe would dare their might of old
       So on they slept in fragile dreams that spoke the ancient's praise
       As Genghis Khan rode out before the army of the age

       The emissaries of the Khan preceeded him to war
       And came unarmed in simple faith unto the fortress door
       They entered in to speak the words the mighty Khan had said
       That heavy tribute would be paid by the living or the dead

       The ruler laughed to hear this jest of savages and fools
       What devil spawned the gall of men to mock his royal rule
       He had them torn to bloody shreds for pleasure of his hounds
       And all his ministers did smile to hear those dreadful sounds

       Then came the word unto the Khan of how those men had died
       His blood ran cold as winter froze the steel in his eyes
       We came with honor to their gate to meet them sword for sword
       But they have lost the chance for life and earned their grim reward

       Let nothing live upon this plain to see another sun
       Let nothing stand the light of day to mark what we have done
       Revenge your brothers of the wind with cruel unholy hand
       And spread the ashes that remain upon the desert sand

       That fearless multitude arose in anger from the hills
       From far beyond horizon's edge their countless warriors spilled
       They fell untamed upon their foes as demons of the blade
       And cries of doom ran on before the slaughter of their rage

       The blood of every mother's child, of woman and of man
       poured out upon the city's streets until a river ran
       The flames of hell devoured a feast of horror on that day
       And every wall of stone was crushed and scattered as they lay

       Now upon that fabled spot an empty desert stands
       To tell the awful tale that proves the vanity of man
       No mortal fool may mock the gods and boast that he has won
       Not where the winds of death have blown the hordes of Genghis Khan

						   B.E.