(Erek)
"Riding towards my destiny,
and I can barely keep my wits.
This rhythmic pounding plays a lullaby in my head,
plunging me deeper into my stupor.
The night hastily approaches; the end of my journey still lies far ahead.
The Desert's horizon becomes a blur.
Thinking back to the family I once had sharpens my vision,
brings clarity to my pursuit.
Ignorance is a cancer; knowing will bring release.
Crossing this arid plain, my body gives way to exhaustion.
My salvation, an encampment in the distance.
These nomads bid me welcome; food, rest, and a fire's warmth,
a perishing stranger my only comrade.
He screams, as to prolong his imminent demise,
"Women, children, slaughter them all! Taking this village will be effortless."
This is no man, I see through his guise.
"Blonde hair, made red!"
This mark washes away all doubt,
They're responsible, he must die!
The blade bestowed me by the man you took
will find its vengeance, drenched in your blood.
The edge on his filthy throat, every inch I open, I am becoming whole.
He takes his final gasping breath.
I must depart, lest my deeds be discovered.
I now know how to exact my vengeance.
Revitalized by death,
I ride once more.
Thinking back to the family I once had sharpens my vision,
brings clarity to my pursuit.
These Köl are a cancer, vengeance will bring release."