[Verse 1 - gravelly deep male voice, gritty] I tore you from the Rhine’s cold mist A prize of war, a wolf-child kissed by northern rain I saw the fire beneath your skin Not a slave to break, but a soul akin to my own reign I gave you back your horse, your sword, your name I opened the iron cage and quenched the flame I told you: "Ride to where the oaks grow tall Leave the dust of the steppe and the empire’s thrall." [Chorus - Epic, soaring, heavy drums, choir] But you turned your horse toward the rising sun Where the grass never ends and the hunt is never done Not out of hunger, not out of fear But for the shadow I cast and the path that I clear Between the Khan and the Khatun, a pact made of bone A love not of whispers, but of a golden throne My sword is your strength, your wisdom my sight Together we swallow the stars and the night. [choir chanting] Gakhai Khan, Magma Khatun! [Verse 2 - dark ethereal female alto voice] My kin are shadows in a forest of old But you are the thunder, the conqueror bold You win the world with a strategem’s grace Then bring back the spoils to our secret place I do not watch from a window or wall I ride at your flank, I answer the call When you build your cities on wheels of oak I am the fire and I am the smoke. [Bridge - Deep Throat Singing Rhythm] They call it a conquest, they call it a chain But they don’t see the power we weave on the plain Every tribe that we bend, every king that we break Is a stone in the fortress we build for our sake You gave me the sky, I gave you my soul A nomad’s devotion, a destiny whole. [Chorus - Epic, soaring, heavy drums] But you turned your horse toward the rising sun Where the grass never ends and the hunt is never done Not out of hunger, not out of fear But for the shadow I cast and the path that I clear Between the Khan and the Khatun, a pact made of bone A love not of whispers, but of a golden throne My sword is your strength, your wisdom my sight Together we swallow the stars and the night. [choir chanting] Gakhai Khan, Magma Khatun! [Outro] The Rhine is a memory, the steppe is my breath In the shadow of the Khan, I am life, I am death... (Gakhai Khan, Magma Khatun) Ride on, my Lord. I am here. By your side -- I stay.
