Cry to Me, River (Kroda cover) Lyrics


Tell me about the days of ancient times,

About what thou saw long time ago-

Tell by the whispering of thy drops

Bring by the waves to Nothingness

Resounds of battles where one raised his sword

Against his brother

In murmur of tide voices are heard:

“Betrayal!”

Who dishonored his Ancestors names?

Who destroyed our Ancient Faith?

Who gave the Slavonic Land

Into enemies’ clutch?

“Volodymyr!”

“Miserable descendant of the Great Knjaz,

worthless son of Svjatoslav,-

fratricide, apostate of Faith,

Named “saint” for his betrayal!”

Who built the churches

Upon our Sacral Ground?-

That herd trembled of fear,

When Knjaz Svjatoslav nailed His shield

To the Constantinopolis gates!