Prophecy of the Blind

O, Archaic, unseen sage

My dreams keep slipping silently into lucid reality

I've seen the return of an age

Myriads of armour-clad men

Pour over steppe of stone with a heart that beats with singularity

I've seen wars yet unwaged

Fighting alongside my brothers 'neath the eternal sky

Leaving weeping widows under sleeping willows

The earth quakes with the might of the horde

As the levee gives to the tide of war

Our resolve galvanized by the tales of our ancestors

Wolf-lead heroes return to Burkhan Khaldun

The sacred mountain of our forebearers

Hearts drawn toward eternal heaven

Which has carved the path of our conquest

Our redemption draws nigh

The return of the long lost sulde of the mountain

Brings hope to the people of the plateau

With the spirit banner raised high

His mighty presence fills the air

And the return, the return awaits us all