Svyatoslav

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The song is dedicated to Grand Prince Svyatoslav Igorevich, one of the most famous rulers of Kievan Rus
lyrics:
[Verse 1]
In the lands of ancient Rus' beneath the watchful eyes of gods,
Rode the prince of boundless vigor through the fierce and darkened fogs.
Svyatoslav, the iron warrior, destiny within his grasp,
Set to forge a path of glory with each breath and with each clasp.
[Pre-Chorus]
Across the Dnipro’s flowing might, where kinsmen sang of old,
He raised the cry of eagles flying, bold and stark and cold.
"To arms, my brothers!" was his call, "To lands unknown and brave,
Where we shall write our fates anew and no banners shall we crave."
[Chorus]
Rise and roar, Svyatoslav, through the storms and through the strife,
Command the winds, defy the seas, grant us undying life.
With sword in hand and shield unyielded, carry forth your fiery zest,
Led by stars on high, conquer east to west.
[Verse 2]
Through the steppes and endless plains where silent whispers sway,
On horseback charged the dauntless prince forging on by night and day.
Battle-born and tempest-tempered, through Khazar gates he claimed,
A fire trail of valor left where enemies were tamed.
[Pre-Chorus]
Then on to Byzantium's grand walls, his name did thunder through,
"Behold, the Rus'!", the echoes rang, amidst the striking blue.
For neither sultan’s might, nor tsar’s decree could steer his soul astray,
Svyatoslav, the living storm, would bend all foes his way.
[Chorus]
Rise and roar, Svyatoslav, through the storms and through the strife,
Command the winds, defy the seas, grant us undying life.
With sword in hand and shield unyielded, carry forth your fiery zest,
Led by stars on high, conquer east to west.
[Bridge]
Oh, mother Rus', watch your son, through the fields of blood and tears,
Each victory like the rising sun, dispels the darkest fears.
For though the earth beneath might quake and skies might pour with rage,
Your herald stands unbroken still, turning history’s page.
[Chorus]
Rise and roar, Svyatoslav, through the storms and through the strife,
Command the winds, defy the seas, grant us undying life.
With sword in hand and shield unyielded, carry forth your fiery zest,
Led by stars on high, conquer east to west.
[Outro]
So sing of him, the warrior bold, from Kiev's heart so true,
Svyatoslav, whose tales of war beneath the heavens grew.
In every heart, his tale endures, as strong and proud and vast,
In lands of Rus', his legacy is cast.