The volunteers of the Azov Battalion take their vows in the form of a prayer on their way to the front.
Ukraine, Mother of Heroes, come into my heart, flow in with the wild wind of the Caucasus, with the sound of Carpathian streams, the battles of the great Warrior Father Khmel, the triumph and echoes of the cannons of the Revolution, and the joyful ringing of Sofia’s Bells. May I be reborn in Thee, pierced by the rays of Thy glory, because you are my life and you are all my happiness.
Ring out with the clang of chains, the creaking of the gallows on overcast morns, bring me the cries of those tortured in cells, in prisons and in exile, that my faith may be granite, that my determination and strength may grow, that I may boldly go to battle, just like the Heroes went for Thee, for…
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