Lords of the Schampein! The prairies shudder at the fall of Kuvat's hammer on you all! Are you craven or insane, hiding behind those walls in vain? (Uh!) The ašata ride from mountainside, arrows whistling in their flight! Cower in fear, the fight is near: Fear the Lords of the Schampein! Ride, ride, Horses of the Sun! Ride, ride, Horses of the Sun! Your walls come crumbling down! The Luštiy lords with flashing swords Rally with a vicious cry! We'll not just cry! Ride, ride, Horses of the Sun! Your walls come crumbling down! The Luštiy lords with flashing swords And the meek will not survive! Is that fear that you feel with their spears piercing through your steel? Flying their banners high to the two-faced Lord of the Sky! From mountain head to riverbed, the gods favor those who have bled. Quake in fear, their horns sound near: Hear the Lords of the Schampein! Ride, ride, Horses of the Sun! Ride, ride, Horses of the Sun! Your walls come crumbling down! The Luštiy lords with flashing swords Rally with a vicious cry! Ride, ride, Horses of the Sun! Your walls come crumbling down! The Luštiy lords with flashing swords And the meek will not survive! Your cities glimmer like a prize, hiding treasures beyond compare. You hoped you'd evade our eyes, meet us on the field if you dare. Meet our swords if you dare. Meet our eyes if you dare. You don't dare. (You don't dare) You won't dare. (You won't dare) You don't dare. (You don't dare) You don't dare. (You don't dare) You don't dare. (You don't dare) You don't dare. (You don't dare) You don't dare! (You don't dare) You won't dare! We're the Lords of the Schampein! (Ride!) (Ride!) Ride, ride, Horses of the Sun! Your walls come crumbling down! The Luštiy lords with flashing swords And the meek will not survive! The Luštiy lords with flashing swords And the meek will not survive! Ride, ride, Horses of the Sun. Ride, ride, Horses of the Sun. Your walls come crumbling down. The Luštiy lords with flashing swords Rally with a vicious cry. The Luštiy lords with flashing swords And the meek will not survive! Ride, ride, Horses of the Sun! Ride, ride, Horses of the Sun! Ride, ride, Horses of the Sun! Your walls come crumbling down! The Luštiy lords with flashing swords And the meek will not survive! The Luštiy lords with flashing swords And the meek will not survive. (Well...)
