Rus'

Verse 1

One man turned you from the ways of the heathen
The old gods no longer held sway
The Grand Prince would shudder could he see how quickly
One man once more led you astray

Perun and Svarog demanded oblations
You slaughtered your children for them
Have you sunk deeper, that now you would sacrifice
Brothers to your fellow men?

Chorus

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Rus'

Verse 2

Your temples you tore down, your icons you ravaged
And millions you robbed of their bread
As they perished in Kyiv, in Moscow they fed on
The Lamb who for sinners was dead

The smoke of destruction ascended to heaven
The saints all looked down in disgust
What thought you, to pray yet to Christ Pantocrator?
He is wroth, and his judgment is just

Verse 3

Lofty the titles that you have been given
The Third Rome and Heaven on Earth
Why did you scorn then your Orthodox brethren
When Lviv had its rebirth?

Rus', you have time yet to set free the prisoners
Rebuild and raise the sobor
Trampling down death by the death of your sin
Orthodoxy will triumph once more