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Lyrics
[Intro]
[low throat chant
Distant war drums]
Ho-oy
Ho-oy
Ho-oy
[Verse 1]
Wind cuts sharp through the black felt tents
Ash in my hair
Iron on my hands
Grandfather’s blade humming on my back
Names of our dead carved into the hilt
Smoke from the fire stains my teeth
Salt from the ride cracking my skin
I taste the storm in the copper air
Hear hooves in the hollow of my ribs
[Chorus]
Raise the wolf banners over the steppe
Let them tear at the wild blue sky
We were born from the roar of the plain
We return when the last drum dies
Ho-oy
Ho-oy
Ride and cry
Raise the wolf banners high
[Verse 2]
Stars hang low
Like watchful eyes
Blood on the snow
Dark and warm
I laugh in the face of the frozen gods
Spit red prayers into the storm
Mother
Your song is a scar on my tongue
Father
Your oath is a rope on my chest
If I fall
Let the earth drink deep
Let my horse run free to the west
[Chorus]
Raise the wolf banners over the steppe
Let them tear at the wild blue sky
We were born from the roar of the plain
We return when the last drum dies
Ho-oy
Ho-oy
Ride and cry
Raise the wolf banners high
[Bridge]
Ho-oy
Ho-oy
Brothers call
Ho-oy
Ho-oy
Spirits crawl
Through bone
Through dust
Through steel
Through flame
We carve our mark in the endless plain (hey!)
[Chorus]
Raise the wolf banners over the steppe
Let them tear at the wild blue sky
We were born from the roar of the plain
We return when the last drum dies
Ho-oy
Ho-oy
Ride and cry
Raise the wolf banners high
Details
GeneratedMar 4, 2026
Duration3:49
LanguageFI
Style
folk, Epic Mongolian folk metal with male vocals, throat-singing drones under distorted guitars, galloping drums that mirror horse hooves. Verses ride on tense, palm-muted riffs and morin khuur lines; chorus explodes with wide, chantable melodies and group shouts. Bridge drops to a ritual drum-and-voice passage, then roars back with harmonized leads and double-time drive., folk metal
Credits
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Prompt
Mongolian folk metal
