Just like Jebe's and Subutai's legendary horde plowed over the euroasian steppes hundreds of years ago and through the power of steel brought order, might and knowledge to the puny native nations who were locked forever in petty quarrel and tribal squabble, unable to perceive their true greatness, so will i, by the will of Livid One, bring YOU to power and conciousness.
Cleanse your soul from the horrendous music brought to you from the bowels of Satan's own shitstained latrine and crawl out into the light, oh thee wretched turds. Until now you were rancid shit, from now on you will be manure.
It's either Genghis Khan or Chinggis Khaan.
Chingis Khan does not exist.
I call him "Chingis Khan" because that's how he's called in my country, and we know his name oh so well, we who have lived through the Tartar yoke Glory to the Horde.