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I had a dream again where I was someone else

Fell asleep to the sound of midnight bells

Walking the centuries again, I'm walking far

To a world where I'm on the trail

My bow and arrow swearing

By the name of the Khan

A rolling thunder under endless sky

The Golden Horde ride

Birds of a feather prey together, alike

Folk of the pelt and hide

It goes down nearly every single night

In dreams I traverse time and space to this place

I wonder why the dream is every time the same

A noble horseman, nomad rider

Hooves and irons swearing

By the name of the Khan

A rolling thunder under endless sky

The Golden Horde ride

Birds of a feather prey together, alike

Folk of the pelt and hide

Plains like an open sea,

And there afar a guiding star

Trusted leather shielding us, we ride

The homeland far and wide

And somewhere

Beyond the great veil of time

A weary rider comes to rest by a creek

By his fire lies under a hide

And dreams of being me