Song: I go to YOU!

I write to you, you filthy Han!
My messenger was stabbed you in the desert,
And fly you from the blood drunk
Burning down all in its path.
I know, I know, what are you glad,
What cries and groans mangle the steppe
You burn it's my capital city,
Spreading terror and death.
For desecrated wives, dead kids,
The sanctuary, which in anger threw under horses
Not to break your neck!
I GO TO YOU!

I am writing to you, dead Han!
Because today in a fair fight
You can't die from honest wounds
And, as a vicious dog will kill you!
Don't rape their gods.
They could not stand!
Because for us the truth the light
Hover the banners of my regiments,
Holy victories.
The primeval forests, through the stars at night,
Through the wind, on which sharpen the swords,
On carpets of feather grass
I GO TO YOU!