The Malevolent Golden Horde

THE MALEVOLENT GOLDEN HORDE By Roy Merritt They rode out over the Asian steppes their ponies hooves flashing Their arrows taking wing their blades brutally slashing A river of blood they left in their horrid wake Their victims cursing their gods for those they did forsake They went along the Urals and further moving west And all who opposed them these monsters did suppress On to the Danube they rode this murderous eastern tribe And rested their haggard steeds and these waters did imbibe And others went to the east into the Siberian cold To conquer all before them their terror to behold They rode in the name of Batu the grandson of Genghis Khan And ruled these lands for a century and even years beyond And yet they were destined in these lands near and far Rebellion was their plight in the days of the Tartar And now they are but a faint memory their infamy long ignored But history shan't forget them The Malevolent Golden Horde.