The Return

The elders speak of a tale of old

The prophet's stories that could soon unfold

Tarvaa tells of the great one's return

A new age in which nations will burn

They stand no chance, this world will be ours

Our fate is determined by sky and the stars

To live or die is not the will of one's own

The rebirth of an empire, as the blind one hath foretold

When shadow swallows sun and stars

When the wind howls like wolves in the night

Out of such great darkness, our lord will return

Return

Gone are the days of our empire, never forgotten

To this day we sing praise to those lost so long ago

Gone are the heroes from tales of old, names eternal as the sky

Still we sing to the dead, praying for the return (return)

The elders speak of a tale of old

The prophet's story of a day drawing near

The return of the khan has been foretold

The day that left the world spellbound in fear

In fear

Rise, rise, rise from death

Temü-, Temüjin

Rise, rise, rise from death

Temü-, Temüjin

Rise, rise, rise from death

Temü-, Temüjin

Rise, rise, rise from death

Temü-, Temüjin

Rise, rise, rise from death (rise)

Temü-, Temüjin

Rise, rise, rise from death

Temü-, Temüjin