An arrow through wind and a fading cry On grasslands and burial mounds A relic still dwells, in memory and rye The hooves of the nomad horse pounce ♪ A chieftain with falcon, a highborn by kin Commencing his piece to the herd With unveiled respect and with pride he begins And solemnly utters the words Horses, run for me my horses Rule the steppe for spring is due Run and gallop wild and free! Horses, run for me my horses Our hope depends on you I bid of you to trust in me! ♪ All stallions are brothers, a sister each mare Forever we stand in your debt You carry us onwards through joy and despair I know and will never forget Horses, run for me my horses Rule the steppe for spring is due Run and gallop wild and free! Horses, run for me my horses Our hope depends on you I bid of you to trust in me! ♪ Hekwos Hekwos Hekwos ♪ Horses, run for me my horses Rule the steppe for spring is due Run and gallop wild and free! Horses, run for me my horses Our hope depends on you I bid of you to trust in me! Horses, run for me my horses Rule the steppe for spring is due Run and gallop wild and free! Horses, run for me my horses Our hope depends on you I bid of you to trust in me! Hekwos Hekwos Hekwos Hekwos Hekwos