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Destiny demands that we be the debtor 
that we sacrafice for the skin of our future,
We left the cradle of the Caucasuses to explore,
to plant the dreams of our Creator,
Venturing into the virgin chaos
where the tiger tears apart the trespasser
We made the way, we made love with our Cause,
following the highway of the emerald pasture
From the Euxine to the shimmer of the Yellow Sea
finding war and wealth in the weight of adventure
Subduing savages with frightening ferocity 
managing frontiers with a proud mercy,
Leaving behind our blood's legacy
trading safety for salt, vanity for victory,

Trading safety for salt, vanity for victory
coming home to the Black Sea
Introducing steel smelting and a taste for head hunting,
scalping Cimmerians with glee
Assailing the Assyrians 
extorting Egyptians 
Respected by Hellenes
dominating Asiatic Indians
Cabletowing Celts
and pouncing on Persians,
Phoenicians filled their boats 
with exotic Scythian goods,
We were collectors of civilised throats,
our empire needs no roads

Our empire needs no roads,
Saka, Sauromatae, Massagatae, Tocharians, Scythians
We are One, ancient craftsmen and warlords,
our women were the Amazons
Cauterized breast and soldier slayers
Tomyris taught Cyrus
That bloodbaths belong to the losers,
the Scythian wilderness of war jeered Darius,
Zopyrion was made carrion 
Alexander wisely just carried on,
To the Romans we were Sarmatian and Hun
Scythes being ancestors to the Gothic Confederation,
A culture canvassing the breadth of all civilization
migrating ever westward into the echo of the sun,

Migrating ever westward into the echo of the sun
bringing our wagons, warcraft, and women
Custom of the blood oath quietly open
the wine, and honest blood spun
The two of us swearing in between a lifelong stare
will you be there
When I'm scared,
will you care
When death is there,
will you wait for me
When the war barks near,
will you honor me
When the fire becomes just a whisper,
our oath is our soul keeping

J.A.B.  2020
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