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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 through the moors

He's carrying note for Kazimir

asking for the help, or zbaraz will fall

In the name of god, he's 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 through the moors

Zbaraz will hold

Zbaraz will hold

Fear reflected in his eyes.

Golden Hordes are done.

Bohdan will never rise again

Rebellion is gone. — Is Gone!