On the mighty Mongolian steppes,

In the days long gone by

Two men were fighting a regal war,

The battle of their lives.

Huge times ago, two boys met

In the harsh frozen mounts.

Twice they swore the greatest oath-

Blood brothers to the end.

The fate and the spirits diverged their paths

As each grew into leaders, stellar.

When they reunited to fight together

One last time,

Blood oaths were sworn for a third

As the brothers became as close

As two men could be.

Alas! For it was their destiny,

They diverged again,

Mentally not physically

Ideologically not temporally.

The best of friends into the worst of foes,

Met only in battle, for years on end.

For there could not be two suns

In the vast Mongolian skies!

They fought to the bitter end,

In a futile war.

It never even mattered who won

For the loser smiled,

His brother had won.

And the winner was teary-eyed,

For he lost not a rival,

But his greatest friend.

Indeed! Blood brothers to the end.