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Above the steppes the stars ignite the night
The Massagetae's queen rides, born to fight
A child's hand sends the arrows far and free
A glorious fate awaits this queen-to-be
No, you have never known a mother's love
Your sword, your spear, your arrows soar above
Your father's pride, the steppe wind in your chest
Gather your tribes like arrows to your quest
Daughter of the steppes — Tomiris
Saddle your steed
Daughter of the king — Tomiris
Lead me, I heed
You choose a hero bold to be your lord
You take the crown your father king adored
You'll raise a son — his death shall not be vain
Your army thunders after Cyrus' train
The men had fought, an equal match it seemed
But women riders charged as Cyrus dreamed
Seven thousand Amazons broke the line
The Persian host fell — ended their design
Cyrus drank his fill from the severed head
The queen of vengeance left the tyrant dead
Daughter of the steppes — Tomiris
Saddle your steed
Daughter of the king — Tomiris
Lead me, I heed
Queen Tomiris — proud spirit of the plain
The stars burn bright above her wide domain
The host of Tomiris — hot spirit of the plain
You'll find only death upon her campaign
Daughter of the steppes — Tomiris
Saddle your steed
Daughter of the king — Tomiris
Lead me, I heed
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