Make Way Songtext
von Möngöl Hörde
Make Way Songtext
Once upon a time in Mongolia
Sitting outside of a wall
Trying to piss of the Chinese
Started to get a little bit old after a couple of centuries
So I′m saddling up with the boys
And heading on out to the west
Swarm our way to vasting Europe next
Watch your step
Watch your fucking step
Straight out of Ulan Bator
A crazy motherfucker named Genghis
Riding on a tiny horse
And torching the roof of your homesteads
Make way for the Mongol Horde
Coming back to fuck you up
Make way for the Mongol Horde
Coming back to fuck you up
Last time was a dry run
A piddling dress rehearsal
Now it's time it gets serious
The Horde is gonna get personal
Lock up your daughters
Your sons can die with you
You need a Mongolian mind to imagine the things that we′re planning to do to you
No you cannot fucking imagine
No you cannot fucking imagine
No one will survive
No Europeans make it out alive
Straight out of Ulan Bator
A crazy motherfucker named Genghis
Riding on a tiny horse
And torching the roof of your homesteads
Moving for days at a time
And firing off arrows as I ride
A Turk with a yurt
The host with the most
The Hun with the yurt and we're (???) the world
Make way for the Mongol Horde
Coming back to fuck you up
Make way for the Mongol Horde
Coming back to fuck you up
Sitting outside of a wall
Trying to piss of the Chinese
Started to get a little bit old after a couple of centuries
So I′m saddling up with the boys
And heading on out to the west
Swarm our way to vasting Europe next
Watch your step
Watch your fucking step
Straight out of Ulan Bator
A crazy motherfucker named Genghis
Riding on a tiny horse
And torching the roof of your homesteads
Make way for the Mongol Horde
Coming back to fuck you up
Make way for the Mongol Horde
Coming back to fuck you up
Last time was a dry run
A piddling dress rehearsal
Now it's time it gets serious
The Horde is gonna get personal
Lock up your daughters
Your sons can die with you
You need a Mongolian mind to imagine the things that we′re planning to do to you
No you cannot fucking imagine
No you cannot fucking imagine
No one will survive
No Europeans make it out alive
Straight out of Ulan Bator
A crazy motherfucker named Genghis
Riding on a tiny horse
And torching the roof of your homesteads
Moving for days at a time
And firing off arrows as I ride
A Turk with a yurt
The host with the most
The Hun with the yurt and we're (???) the world
Make way for the Mongol Horde
Coming back to fuck you up
Make way for the Mongol Horde
Coming back to fuck you up
Writer(s): Frank Turner, Ben Dawson, Matt Nasir Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com