The Great Mongols

 Descendants of Genghis Khan

come riding on their thoroughbred horses;

Their excellent horse archers,

aiming, shooting at the targets.
They come like a thunderstorm

vanish as if a tornado;

They leave behind nothing but the dead

and stinking burnt debris of once magnificent cities.

Catastrophic, devastating, these warriors

come riding from the heart of Mongolia;

Hungry for killing, thirsty for blood

here come the Great Mongols.