Nomads

**[Verse 1]**
The steppe is drawn tight, like the skin on the drum of a shaman.
The thunder of thousands of hooves rolls like distant storm.
We have returned to tell the tale — that we reached the ocean,
And to speak of the ones who will never come back home.

Never come back home...

**[Pre-Chorus]**
Our horses shattered the earth with their hooves beyond the Border.
Our arrows flew like the wild geese in autumn's chill.
And behind our backs Buda and Pest are burning down to embers.
No one can hold us back.
But our Khan gave the order:

**[Chorus]**
Come home!!!
Our Father Sky has whispered it softly: come home...
Come home!!!
Let the shamans cleanse our weapons with ritual chanting,
We'll return through the ashes,
We'll return with the storm.

**[Verse 2]**
We have crossed through the salt, through the snow, through the blackened waters,
Where the hills held their silence and foreign walls were torn.
And the steppe cradled our wounds in her hands, like the passing summers,
But nobody begged for mercy or words from fate's scorn.

We carry this memory, like fire cupped in soot-blackened fingers,
Like a bridle, an oath, like a sign carved on open fate.
If someone among us still lingers, far on the trail and chasing,
Let his name fly above the grass, like an arrow shot straight.

**[Chorus]**
Come home!!!
Our Father Sky has whispered it softly: come home...
Come home!!!
Let the shamans cleanse our weapons with ritual chanting,
We'll return through the ashes,
We'll return with the storm.

**[Bridge]**
And when the white blizzard rises high over the embers,
We shall cast into fire all that grew heavy along the way.
May the earth know our stride by the step of the final circle,
And by those who were lost, and by those who survived the fray.

**[Final Chorus]**
Come home!!!
Our Father Sky has whispered it softly: come home...
Come home!!!
Let the shamans cleanse our weapons with ritual chanting,
We'll return through the ashes,
We'll return home.