Chasing evil in the Urals

We rode against the trolls
Against the Turks
Against the giants
Against the slavers
Who'd sold their souls
We were the Bogatyr
The warriors of the Kievan Rus
We never paled in the face
Of enemies
We were breaking their control
Of the human race
We rode
Never ever ending
Our forward charge
For we were the defenders
From the fields of Ukraine
To the golden land of Thrace



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