O, Archaic, unseen sage My dreams keep slipping silently into lucid reality I've seen the return of an age Myriads of armour-clad men Pour over steppe of stone with a heart that beats with singularity I've seen wars yet unwaged Fighting alongside my brothers 'neath the eternal sky Leaving weeping widows under sleeping willows The earth quakes with the might of the horde As the levee gives to the tide of war Our resolve galvanized by the tales of our ancestors Wolf-lead heroes return to Burkhan Khaldun The sacred mountain of our forebearers Hearts drawn toward eternal heaven Which has carved the path of our conquest Our redemption draws nigh ♪ The return of the long lost sulde of the mountain Brings hope to the people of the plateau With the spirit banner raised high His mighty presence fills the air And the return, the return awaits us all