Where can you flee?
What road will you use to escape us?
Our horses are swift
Our arrows sharp
Our swords like thunderbolts
Our hearts as hard as the mountains
Our soldiers as numerous as the sand
Your prayers to god will not avail against us
We are not moved by tears nor touched by lamentations
Warrior slaves
Last line of defense
Fight fire with fire
Feign retreat to the hills
Trapped in the crossfire
Ketbuqa's head cut from his shoulders
Illusion of
Invincibility
Shattered forever
Ain Jalut
