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 for 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 for 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