Excalion - The Golden Horde

I had a dream again where I was someone else
Fell asleep to the sound of midnight bells

Walking the centuries again, I'm walking far
To a world where I'm on the trail
My bow and arrow swearing
By the name of the Khan

A rolling thunder under endless sky
The Golden Horde ride
Birds of a feather prey together, alike
Folk of the pelt and hide

It goes down nearly every single night
In dreams I traverse time and space to this place

I wonder why the dream is every time the same
A noble horseman, nomad rider
Hooves and irons swearing
By the name of the Khan

A rolling thunder under endless sky
The Golden Horde ride
Birds of a feather prey together, alike
Folk of the pelt and hide
Plains like an open sea,
And there afar a guiding star
Trusted leather shielding us, we ride
The homeland far and wide

And somewhere
Beyond the great veil of time
A weary rider comes to rest by a creek
By his fire lies under a hide
And dreams of being me