Oh, pour another drink
While we sit and speak
Of our victories of late
And the men who we have slain
Raise your glass to the glory of the khan
The lands we've conquered, the wars we've won
They will sing for years to come
Of those we've lost and the lands we're from
Now that the south has fallen
We may stop to drink
Until the horde is gathered
To conquer once again, oh
♪
Oh, we are the men of the steppes
Mongolians through and through
Into battle we ride
With honour, glory and pride
Raise your glass to the glory of the khan
The lands we've conquered, the wars we've won
They will sing for years to come
Of those we've lost and the lands we're from
♪
Here we bask in glory
In the aftermath of the war
The wall did fall
And now we celebrate
The south is burning
And we are singing
We came and conquered
In the name of the golden horde
♪
Oh, pour another drink
While we sit and speak
Of our victories of late
And the men who we have slain
Raise your glass to the glory of the khan
The lands we've conquered, the wars we've won
They will sing for years to come
Of those we've lost and the lands we're from
Raise your glass to the glory of the khan
The lands we've conquered, the wars we've won
They will sing for years to come
Of those we've lost and the lands we're from
Raise your glass to the glory of the khan
The lands we've conquered, the wars we've won
They will sing for years to come
Of those we've lost and the lands we're from
We are the men of the steppes
Mongolians through and through
Into battle we ride
With honour, glory and pride
♪
And pride!