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 brethren for them
Have you sunk deeper, that now you would sacrifice
Christians and your fellow men?

Chorus

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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

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