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the Golden Horn lies open

With the north wind we sail

Soldiers of perdition

We shall drive the traitors out

The feared Varangians

Soldiers of the imperial guard

Surrounded, outnumbered

Prepare make their final stand

O City, consumed by fire

Thou hast drunk at the hand... of the Lord

The cup of His fury

Chorus: Blood upon the sacred stones.

Carrying the work of darkness

We shall melt the altars for their silver

Burn down the holy books

And desecrate the Hagia Sophia

Chorus: Blood upon the sacred stones.

The killing lasts three days and nights

Our swords drip with Christian blood

Now we drink the deep red wine

As the whore sings, sat upon the patriarchal throne

Chorus: Blood upon the sacred stones.