Low the hunter of northeast realm Tooth for totem and beast for helm Descendants of the last Neanderthal Climbed our fathers the cliffs of the mountain of Orall Their blades were bronze and long and never Dull, bound for hides and for the taking of skulls Through the centuries we have endured on On the path of the hunter that perpare us for war We take trophies of the dead So be careful not to lose your precious head This is ancient holy ground by the Kurgan mound ♪ With Sidian recurves up on dragon wings The red haired asked brought the line of kings Salmation mothers nurtured royal blood And in Cairo the children ascended to gods Through this winter and the lions came The Exorcisers stole the red bull's name God and Sacar became bane of the love The Canus be wailing The sex and the goth We take trophies of the dead So be careful not to lose your precious head This is ancient holy ground by the Kurgan mound ♪ We take trophies of the dead So be careful not to lose your precious head This is ancient holy ground by the Kurgan mound We take trophies of the dead So be careful not to lose your precious head This is ancient holy ground by the Kurgan mound