Riding ponies through tall grass, ,moving swiftly
It grows tall, wild, reaching, like all Scythian young
We ride circles around all of our enemies, led by a queen
Into battle, we dare, and risk, ready to create history
Woven braided hair of gold, she leads wearing a crown
We live for the moment planting seeds of finest legacies
We kill for her, die for her, anything to keep the tribe safe
Wherever we die a burial mount, we lay in rest in our home
We live to serve our queen, where she walks is sacred ground
