Saka-sun, saka-sun
Ysar yokani hun
Wrauna, walkwe
Kaelymentwam wusun

Out of Takla Makan
From the days since long forgone
Came the sons of the Raven
The enemies of Han

I hear Kroraina calling
I hear the voices from a blood dripping desert
Named the Place of No Return
Thousands of years made out of battle and darkness
Echoes through the aeons and a flame begins to burn

Sunlight is shining on ciphers from the past
And venomous arrows and bones for battle cast
The writings of yore brings a future in sooth
Ride hard, shoot straight, and always spеak the truth

Ride hard, shoot straight, always speak thе truth

Descendants of Aratta, mappers of stars and solar
Movement and fathers of all technology
Upon the chariots which primeval horses drudged into
The legends to live on eternally
Schythian virtues and warfighting bonds
Shall bring us to greatness, and lift us beyond
Through primal foundation instilled in our youth
Ride hard, shoot straight, and always speak the truth

Sunlight is shining on ciphers from the past
And venomous arrows and bones for battle cast
The writings of yore brings a future in sooth
Ride hard, shoot straight, and always speak the truth

Schythian virtues and warfighting bonds
Shall bring us to greatness, and lift us beyond
Through primal foundation instilled in our youth
Ride hard, shoot straight, and always speak the truth

Ride hard, shoot straight, always speak the truth
Ride hard, shoot straight, always speak the truth