Oirats (Mongolian: "ойрад", "ойрд", Oird; in the past, also Eleuths) are the westernmost group of the Mongols whose ancestral home is in the Altai region of western Mongolia. Although the Oirats originated in the eastern parts of Central Asia, the most prominent group today is located in Kalmykia, a federal subject of Russia, where they are called Kalmyks.
Historically, the Oirats were composed of four major tribes: Dzungar (Choros or Olots), Torghut, Dörbet, and Khoshut. The minor tribes include: Khoid, Bayads, Myangad, Zakhchin, Baatud.
The name probably means "oi" (forest) and "ard" (person), and they were counted among the "forest people" in the 13th century. A second opinion believes the name derives from Mongolian word "oirt" (or "oirkhon") meaning "close (as in distance)," as in "close/nearer ones."
The name Oirat may derive from a corruption of the group's original name Dörben Öörd, meaning "The Allied Four." Perhaps inspired by the designation Dörben Öörd, other Mongols at times used the term "Döchin Mongols" for themselves ("Döchin" meaning forty), but there was rarely as great a degree of unity among larger numbers of tribes as among the Oirats.
Eis und Feuer bringt den Sieg
Schwemmt die Heuchler fort
Von dem Antlitz dieses Seins
Nur Leid und Pein
Ice and fire brings the war
The last stand of this race
Your false ideals will fall
Wiped away by planets faith
Wir sind die Boten
Hört uns an
Lauscht unsren Worten
I'm angesicht von kalten Flammen
Gilt es sich nun zu entscheiden
Falsche Werte zu vergessen
Eis und Feuer zu entfesseln
This is a song of ice and fire
A tale of war for your desire
Let the frost take your breath
Let the flames kiss the flesh
Arise from ice and fire
Fünf Reiter sind nun angekommen
Nehmen mit das Menschenkind
Ziehen es von diesem Ort
Des Menschen grauer Schreckenshort
Das Kind leg tab das Menschenfleisch
Fängt Feuer und zerbricht zu Eis
I'm angesicht von kalten Flammen
Gilt es sich nun zu entscheiden
Falsche Werte zu vergessen
Eis und Feuer zu entfesseln
Ein Lied erklingt auf goldnen Schwingen
Bringt das schwarze Blut zum Singen
Angst und Bang dir dennoch wird
Wenn gleinßend Licht durch Körper bricht
This is a song of ice and fire
Heralds downfall and the end
Of your lies and false ideals
And the fucked up human race
Wir sind die Boten
Hört uns an
Lauscht unsren Worten
I'm angesicht von kalten Flammen
Gilt es sich nun zu entscheiden
Falsche Werte zu vergessen
Eis und Feuer zu entfesseln
This is a song of ice and fire
A tale of war for your desire
Let the frost take your breath
Let the flames kiss the flesh