作曲 : Joakim Brodén/Pär Sundström
Under the banner of spear,
blood and fear，
The hordes from the steppes marching on the frontier，
The way for the rider is far so ride hard，As the horsemen drawing near，
And the strongest one appears，
With the iron he will rule,
the iron fist of power，
There is no place to run or hide and there are no walls so high，
When the Khan has found his prey,
then the prey will be defeated，
Warriors of the Mongol clans they are the masters of the fight，
No mercy is shown when the battle is won，
The conquered will bow and the hordes they will grow，
Follow the Khan，
As we conquer the land of the，
Foes of the Khan，
Now there is no escape，
The hordes of the Khan，
Join the ranks of the horde and then，
Follow the Khan，
To the end of the world we will go，
Born to the saddle of the clans of the horse，
By chaos and turmoil,
gave birth to a force，
He makes no excuse if you’re rich,
or you’re poor，
He will value all your skills，
And he will recognize the kills，
From the eastern steppes of clans,
the greatest seed of power，
The calling of the wild is strong and is carried by the wind，
The Mongolian tribes unite to the fight under the banner，
To crush all opposition and defeat them on the field，
The scourge of the gods will deliver the blow，
He will strike down the foes and the hordes they will grow，
Follow the Khan，
As we conquer the land of the，
Foes of the Khan，
Now there is no escape，
The hordes of the Khan，
Join the ranks of the horde and then，
Follow the Khan，
To the end of the world we will go，
Break and crush your rivals，
Hear them weep and cry，
To steal all that they hold dear，
To kill their love with fear，
No mercy is shown when the battle is won，
The conquered will bow and the hordes they will grow，
Follow the Khan，
As we conquer the land of the，
Foes of the Khan，
Now there is no escape，
The hordes of the Khan，
Join the ranks of the horde and then，
Follow the Khan，
To the end of the world we will go。