There’s a sparkling new promotion in the mall at Kryvyi Rih,

A stack of tempting bargains on display;

There’s a range of cut-price goods there for all the family,

And war's games should seem many miles away.

 

But drones are heading down towards the mall at Kryvyi Rih,

They are not bothered what will cross their path;

And sixteen blameless souls which still the light of day should see

Are sucked into a nightmare’s burning hearth.

 

Today they’re cleaning up around the mall at Kryvyi Rih,

The landscape feels another notch less sane;

And rather than the shoppers setting out upon a spree,

The same old threats, so brutally mundane.

 

But horror is familiar in towns like Kryvyi Rih:

When cowards' ploys leave carnage in their wake;

And after years of combat there should be no mystery:

They never will this nation’s spirit break.