Rus'

One man turned thee 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 thee astray

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

Rus'
Rus'

Your temples you tore down, For you turned on the image of God Thousands on thousands deprived of their bread As they

As the smoke from their relics 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

Thou wert the Kingdom of Heaven on Earth Third Rome, Orthodox Guardian, how could you stand idle