Where is the glory that my father foretold me
When I was young and full of hopes?
Too long I've lived in the walls of this
Castle I was deaf to my fate and its call
But now I hear distant voices inside
From the start of my bloodline they scream:
"Rise! Saddle your steed and ride where
The winds death or glory may bring"

From every corner of this land of
Nemedia come the echoes of pillage and rape
We, the last bulwark of
Hyborian splendour in a world that has been set aflame
War! Spreading like wild fire on the lands my ancestors called theirs
No! I can no longer wait I will not see my people in chains
I will ride with my bondsmen tonight to avenge or to die
Follow the call of the messenger, ride on the black winds of war
Warriors arise ready to defend, for our land and our gods

Splendid the sight of my ironclad warriors
Riding into the sun side by side
The red dragon banner is unfurled once again
Father mitra watch proud from the skies
Knight! You know war is your fate,
So be ready to kill or be slain
Blood is the price you must pay
For nobility, dignity and fame
We will ride with our swords to the sky,
We are ready to die!

Follow the call of the messenger, ride on the black winds of war
Warriors arise ready to defend, for our land and our gods
See now their host all gathered, horse-archers from turan
Seal the ranks, stay together, don't turn your back to run
Cataphracts run toward us, they will soon meet their doom
I see their arrows flying... Death will be raining soon!

"And the army of the baron struck with all its noble might
But the arrows from hyrkania were too much for them to fight
Still they fought like cornered lions ten killed for each one that died
And upon that field of battle the turanian khan did die"
Bards will sing long of this day when nemedian knights stood their ground
High is the price the invaders have paid let our glory forever resound
In the sky, in the way up high, for victorious we die!

Follow the call of the messenger, ride on the black winds of war
Warriors arise ready to defend, for our land and our gods
Follow the call of the messenger, ride on the black winds of war
Come from above choosers of the slain take us to where we belong