Mighty Warriors, Children of Thunder, Glorious Maruts, Heralds of storm! Through the gloom Gathering round us Ye and your horses Appear in the sky; Glowing like flames From the holy fire That springs from the altar, Rising to God.
Flashing sword blades, Tramping of horses, Shouting of riders Fill the sky! Ye are seen Spreading a mantle, Cov'ring the heavens And hiding the sun. Then from above 'midst The lightning's bright gleam, Rejoicing in freedom, Falleth the rain.
Rushing onward Hurling your weapons, Chanting your war songs Nearer ye come! We would fain Welcome you fitly, But faint are our voices And feeble our lays. Come then, dwell within us, With your power inspire our hearts, Then shall our songs, Like clouds expanding, Carry your glory Throughout the world.