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Since olden times
we, Hellenes, call those heroes
Rosich or Russ.
Russian men are brave warriors.
On the raids, not much slaves can be enthralled
on the slavic lands,
because all of them prefer death to bondage.
Zahariy Ritor, V century.
That nation - Slavic or Ants
not ruled by a single man,
all the power there is given to the people.
Oh, democracy!
Ants... Ants...
In Latin it sounds like "ancient".
Or may be it's Greek "anti", "against"?!
Against...
Tell them all
what you know about the Khazars!
Basileus has friendship with them,
Their khans are frequent visitors
at Basileus' palace.
Every Byzantine knows about this.
I'm sending a note to you,
the menacing khan.
The best of my herald's
flying fast to you.
I've heard you had left your camp
And already spent 4 weeks in a saddle.
Give me an answer,
the courteous khan,
Why does the wind bring
the smoke from the East?
Why does the Sun decline
Into a fathomless bloody tub?
Why have you come to this land
like a thief?
How dare you
break our pact?
Your vows are dead then.
I'm coming for you!
I'm sending my note to you,
the loathsome khan.
My herald was stubbed
in the steppe by you.
You get drunk from blood,
Burning everything on your path.
I know why you are so glad,
Why screams and moans warp the air.
It's you, burning my capital city,
Sowing terror and death.
For outraged women,
For killed children,
For relics you traitorously
Throw down under hoofs -
It will cost you your head.
I'm coming for you!
I'm sending a note to you,
the dead khan.
Today, in the punishing fight
You won't die
from the field wounds,
Instead,
I'll kill you like a mad dog.
It is all in vain
to call your gods -
They are powerless because
The flags of my army are rising up
For the Light of Truth.
For the holy victories.
Through the thick forests,
Under stars in the night,
Through the winds which
Strop our swords,
Over the feather grass fields
I'm coming for you!