From the steppes of scythia
Came a righteous queen
With sword in hand
She rode beside her men
Through wild and unforgiving lands

Yet to the west the king
Cyrus the great thought that he could lay claim
To one who would not shackle herself
To any man despite his name

How could he know
That the queen he desired
Would never submit
Never kneel before his throne

Tomyris reigned
A woman of strength and power
Warrior queen of the massagetae
No man was her equal
Who could ever rule beside her
Tomyris
May all men
May all men know

Cyrus desired her land
He lay a trap and captured her son
The prince was dead by dawn
The war between them had just begun

I swear by the sun
The sovereign lord
I will give you your fill of blood

Tomyris lead
An army of mighty warriors
For her they fought and killed and bled
No man could defeat her
How could one stand beside her
Tomyris
Her power would be known

Defeated by her army
Cyrus the great dead at her feet
His skull the final trophy
Drowned in human blood

His army dead
See now I fulfill my threat
You have had your fill of blood she said

Tomyris reigned
A woman of strength and power
Warrior queen of the massagetae
No man was her equal
Who could ever rule beside her
Tomyris
May all men
May all men know