Army of slaves, servants of Khan
rolling across the battlefield
Hordes of Khan, Girej Islam.
May the Zbaraz be our shield
Siege towers, spewing soldiers,
Cannons rumbling and sabres crash
Three turks beheaded at once
when the claymore, suddenly slash
Khan is sending many slaves, but just a few warriors,
so one of the bravest knights slip out throught the moors
he carrying note for Kazimir
asking for the help, or zbaraz will fall
In the name of god, hes words are clear
And Hussars ride again, to the war
Khan sending many slaves, but just a few warriors,
so one of the bravest knights slip out throught the moors
Zbaraz will hold
Zbaraz will hold
Fear reflected in his eyes.
Golden Hordes are done.
Bohdan will never rise again
Rebelion is gone. – Is Gone!

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