Bloodmeat - Protest The Hero

Enemies of Khanate

Strung on hooks like

Pigs to slaughter

Heads will roll

Heads will roll

Throats will be slit

Blood will flow

Like springs of water

Heads will roll

To the river red

Across the ochre steppe

A thousand fathers killed

A thousand virgin daughters spread

With swords still wet, with swords still wet

With the blood of their dead

Nurjan is upon us

He kills in silence after prayers

Genghis Khan is upon us

He slays his betrayers

Genghis Khan is upon us

He slays his betrayers

Thus now the fools of God

Will guard the city of our birth

Hold an ear to the ground

Yeah

Hear the sound

Clamoring

And horses' stammer

As their gallop meets the earth

A thousand fathers killed

A thousand virgin daughters spread

With swords still wet, with swords still wet

With the blood of their dead

A thousand fathers killed

A thousand virgin daughters spread

With swords still wet, with swords still wet

With the blood of their dead

Tomorrow

Tomorrow they will find us

Hide the children free of sin

We will meet their blades by morning

Protected only by our skin

Tomorrow we will find them

Seek the youngest of their kin

And we will meet them with our fury

And we will crush them all like

Vermin, yeah

We will crush them all like vermin