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