we'll show 'em who are the rightful heirs to Attila's and Subutai's legacies, oh, my dear kin in the Kárpátok, we'll show 'em ivans what we've been packing. When the droids arrived Accompanied by the autonomous tanks of steppes, The Russians instantly began to cry Their «mílostʹ»s and their «Bože»s! Glory, rumble like a trumpet! Over the rivers of Don and Volga, Across the Ural mountains of yours Our glory is widely heard! 🏴🏴