The Doom of Kiev Lyrics

A cloud is risen over the eastern sky,
Its shadow falls upon the lands of Rus'
The air it whispers of an inhuman foe,
Bearing death upon the steppes

Flee! Fast as you can! The horde sweeps over our land,
King and country be damned, for the Doom of Kiev is at hand!

Courage is worth nothing before the wrath of Khan Batu
His footsteps stained still with the blood of Vladimir
Our grand prince fled to make peace with the foe
Left our lives forfeit to the sweeping tatar yoke

Voivode!
Seek no parley with the butchers of Chernigov
Voivode!
Death has come upon the empire you would defend

The black hoods have fallen, we are a thousand alone
Twelve tumen surround us, there's nowhere to run!