When Savages Sang Strongly 4
Sometimes faith lives on the edge of a knife
as Sviastoslav the Rus sacker came to know
The Khazar Khanate knew how to cut a slight
his gilded skull stole the show,
The Vatican went from a marsh to a monopoly
and the Cathay Tang kept up migration flow,
The great white tide swept westwards wildly
as it had done millenia before
Pushing their pals into the ancient Caucasian cauldron
the Cumans, Alans, and Bulgars berserking
Into the arena of fatal natural selection
Saracen and Viking invading,
Islam and Christendom seeking domination,
and we wonder why God is gambling,
And we wonder why God is gambling
with Life's gifts
As God wonders why we're warring,
men mangle one another over politics
The root of which is economics
commodities and necessities
Egos and dreams beaming conflicts
the Fight fuels the sacrificial fantasies
That fornicate the mind to diabolics
and the demons of our eyes
Survey souls too arrogant for miracles
our future augured through their cries
Destiny delivers the death blow of the Mongols,
we don't ask permission or apologize,
We don't ask permission or apologize
for the pain of war,
For shedding the suffering of our forefather's skys
upon the polished heads of the civilized afar,
From Noah to the never ending tides of Time
Scythian skin keeps the score alive
As our Golden Horde hammers History's grind
into fresh empire, fresh flesh in a hot hive
Tartaria, domain of unbridled devil's,
home of Temujin, the iron arrow,
A red tiger released upon the world by Hell's bells
the boy of divine bloodclot and eyes of teal sea glow
Going into the Arena's abyss of wounds and wins
proving that the prowl can make the prey bow
Proving that the prowl can make the prey bow
that a heavy storm can scourge the soul of blood salt,
He understood the Call, lived the ancient law, shot the burning bow,
the Great Khan's warriors wrought the wrath of indignant assault
Upon Khwarazym's arrogant aggressions against fair trade
Samarkand was converted into Golgatha,
Although there would never be a resurrection there, just scorched pride,
the Chin of China took it on the chin over vendetta,
The winged knights of Europe failed from vain valor skewered,
we taught our ancient cousins that steel doesn't stop spirit,
All of our competitors have been collared, corralled and floored,
the arrow mania of our warfare bloodied the Hussars trumpet spit,
The battle horn forever hung on the lips of the eternal Warlord,
why run from the Storm when you can ride it!
Why run from the storm when you can ride it,
the storm doesn't stop for sympathies
Only the sun knows where to find the future,
destiny demands that we be the debtor
Trading safety for salt, vanity for victory
our empire needs no roads,
Migrating ever westward into the echo of the sun,
our oath is our soul keeping,
From the trauma we make victory
our songs remain sung strongly,
Sometimes faith lives on the edge of a knife
and we wonder why God is gambling,
We don't ask permission or apologize
proving that the prowl can make the prey bow -
J.A.B. 2020 Open For Business
I want to thank God Almighty and Providence
without whom I'd be nothing...
I also want acknowledge the scholarship of several sources...
Barry Cunliffe, his book, The Scythians was academically good...Osprey military publications...Friar William of Rubruck's excellent 13th century account...the Persian historian Rashid al-Din...John Pinkerton's work...Momir Nikic's book, Real Scythians...the great YouTube productions by Robert Sepher and Asha Logos...I would also like to thank, posthumously, Peter Romanov, the Czar, whom in the 18th century possessed the wisdom to proactively discover and preserve ancient Scythian artifacts. Rescuing them from grave robbers and the wrath of Time.
Justin A. Bordner. 2020
Copyright © Justin Bordner | Year Posted 2020
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