Through the snowfall
They'll soon see us
Advancing forth
Slowly but surely we come
Our blades not yet drawn
In terror they've sounded their horn

Atop these beasts
Lords of this tundra ours
On man's flesh we feast
By these tusks all resistance falls

Armored with bones
Their primitive arrows useless
They're cut down so swift
Women and children to pens

It has been, it shall be
The riders' birthright
Manifest destiny
All those spared shall bare our brand
In our wake
For we are the mammoth's hand

Bones picked clean
Resources stripped and taken
Again we take mount, success
Begin our sacred march anew

Ash and ember we leave
Flag planted so high
Our standard must be seen
With our might we claim all lands
Fear us well, yes
We are the mammoth's hand

And so we ride
On and on
Stone cold and grimly executing our conquests

Sustained by tribes consumed
Before these tusks
Endlessly we dominate
Our ancient culture well preserved
The elders say this is our way

It has been, it shall be
The rider's birthright
Our manifest destiny

Ash and ember we leave
All must bare brand or seed
False beliefs now be cleaned
Trampled in our path
The mammoth's wrath

On we ride