The Last Khan

Baron Ungern-Sternberg,1885-1921,White Russian General and Last Khan of Mongolia

The blood of the Teutonic Knights
Yells through me-Mongolia’s warrior-king,
Cutting down enemies with the sabre
As I gallop over fiery horizons
In yellow silks,astride a white mare.
No mere man, but the God of War himself,
I live to slaughter the unclean,
Purge the world of the Bolshevik virus
And the evil stench of the Jew!
With a wave of my hand, I can raise
Armies, legions of devils to ride
West against the proletarian scum,
A Golden Horde is mine to command!
I am Genghis Khan reborn,
And all Asia will become my empire,
Under the yellow flags of Lord Buddha,
In this crusading age of Shambhala.
Heaven shall see the monarch restored.

Barechested, hung with bones and charms,
Smeared in filth and blood,
I ride my nightmare like a shaman,
A monk whose worship is the kill.
The angry gods, skull-garlanded,
Trampling corpses in their dance,
Demand tribute in the temple’s gloom,-
Lords, accept the generous sacrifice,
Flayed skins of our foes,
From my bloody hands!
I keep my men about me like wolves,
Packs that feed at my hand alone,
And chase down any quarry for fun,
Tearing flesh down to the bone.
Wretches, traitors, hear the name
Of Great Star Mountain, and tremble!
I bow to no man, true scion of my clan,
(Did not my ancestor, ambassador
To Ivan the Terrible, have his hat
Nailed to his head because he would
Not doff it to the tsar, or any man?)
Since the first fire of consciousness
Ignited in me,I have fought a war
Against the world,my puny inferiors,
The craven, the ignoble,the weak.
Truly, these are the Last Days,
The battle for order and the world,
When the ungrateful peasantry,
Corrupted by their Jewish leaders,
Rise up against their God-given masters.
(What,Jews,rule the world,will you?
Ruin nations and races from within?
The blood of Zion is rising
Amid earthquakes,famines,plagues,
And the sword is whetted for battle,
Angels and demons on horseback clashing!
The toxic seed I shall exterminate;
The snake I shall crush with my boot).

The turn of the swastika
Decides the evolution of men;
My blue eyes are starting to see,
To penetrate and manipulate minds.
The Hidden Masters of the World
Guide my hand,clenching the Cossack blade!
(Sitting alone with my playing cards,
I always draw the ace of hearts.
What,by God, does it mean?
Is the omen good or bad?)
Now the triumphant East will rise
In wrath against the doomed West,
And set the pyre of history ablaze!
It is the time of the wild horses,
The cavalry charge into the cannon
Of time- dust devils of the frontier,
Ride with me through the very gates
Of Hell!-my horse’s ears prick
At the hints and inklings of nature,
My wolfhound teeth rend each moment
Like the tenderest meat.
Break out the vodka-drink
To the white fever,and show us
The visions in the opium cloud.

Rage is my joy, my insurrection:
To cross the endless grasslands-
A sword at my hip,a gun in my belt-
And see no human sign,no excrescence,
Is the highest pleasure,driving oneself
To exhaustion,and beyond,becoming
The land and sky,invincible,
Ragged and scarcely human any more.
Every torture the gods inflict on mortals
In Hell, we shall enact them here on earth,
Scourge the base and wicked without mercy,
With ice and fire and savage beasts,
In these wastes,where every tree is a gallows,
For flayed hides to dangle from.
Joyous war:-epic fruition of man!
In these days the essence of life is uncovered,
The false and mundane annihilated,
The unity beneath screaming out.
Wolves follow hard on our battles,
Feasting on the feet of the dead,
Strung up from branches along the roads.
Sweet beasts,my friends and brethren,
How I admire your simple purpose
And skill,-stay at my sides,I will feed you
On carrion kind unworthy to live.

Out here I need no home,no possessions
Save my opium-pipe,in whose clouds
I scry the shapes of destiny,unfurling
With infinite ease,so clear to me.
What news do the soothsayers bring me?
What prophecies for my troops?
Let the scapulimancer do his work
And the bones set the date of battle.
I know –it is foretold-I shall perish out here
When my time is come,but my victory
Will survive me,-so bury me with my horse,
And be done!