Prompt / 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
Tags
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
Duration
3:49
Instrumental
No
Created
3/4/2026