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Worshipping the mountains that hold up the sky

Bowing to the ground upon which they once crawled

Lifting up an eternal flame as an offering Drinking from the flowing spring waters

With threatening evil spirits encircling

The wolves beasts stand guard

Backed by the great nymph of nature

Tie them up with winds of the storm

The blue-spotted nomads of the steppe

Branded by the bases of the felt dwellings

Bowing down to the black banner

A nation with traditions born in antiquity

Pressing forward with the agility of a hawk

Under the spell of the god of the sky Aggressively invading foreign lands

Fiery heroic Mongol men

Taming the earth and heavens

Crossing the great waters

By horse in all directions

The one and only Mongols