Tolfin: This song I raise in honor of the valiant warriors who battle the things of darkness, and in tribute to all present here. Hear me sing of The
Belyi Tsar's Expedition, and of the sacrifice of princes and heroes alike.
Tolfin: "...Day by day they battled the hounds of the God of Darkness (Chernobog). The valiant warriors of
Kitezh, their shouts held back the desolate plains, their golden shields spanned the open wilds..."
Tolfin: "...The earth did roar like rolling thunder, while arrows rained from storm-dark skies asunder. The children of the God of Darkness (Chernobog) pressed near, seeking to encircle the forces of
Snezhnaya with fear..."
Tolfin: "...At noon on the seventh day, the banners of the Belyi Tsar fell in disarray. Beneath thundering hooves, black soil drank the crimson spray — thirst bent their bows, and sorrow choked their quivers drained..."
Tolfin: "...Grieve not for the valorous fallen, nor fret for the tides of time. To wash away our lord's dishonor, rise, brothers, and in unity, repay with blood the brave who bore this crime..."