1. THE MOTHERLAND

A white velvet winter coat
Lay bestowed upon the palace lawn.
Through the cold, the river Neva flows
To the Baltic Sea, with regality
She winds away from my home,
The Russian throne.

From northern lands under Aurora skies,
Through vast terrains and through the Volga veins,
From snowy corners of our nation
All the people sing our family's hymn

Oh my rodina, home of the Tsars,
May you guard the Romanov's rule.
To thee I vow and pray, until the day
That I die, my rodina.

A smile to the outside world,
May well deceive one's own soul.
But no! The truth is ghastly and plain.
Oh what burden befalls our family?
What slithers through our brother's veins
That can't be tamed?

From northern lands, under Aurora skies,
Through vast terrains and through Siberian plains.
No-one should ever understand our masquerade,
The Tsarevich's fate.

Oh this curse, cloaked in crimson red,
Catastrophe lurks on my brother's path.
Do not revolt, I see no reason why
He cannot live unbruised and nobly die.
Tell me why!

Oh this curse, cloaked in crimson red,
Catastrophe lurks on my brother's path!

From northern lands under Aurora skies,
Through vast terrains and through the Volga veins,
From snowy corners of our nation
All the people sing our family's hymn

Oh my rodina, home of the Tsars,
May you guard the Romanov's rule.
How divine our name, fortune and fame.
But the truth, if only they knew...

We must not speak of our brother.
What plagues him, his agonizing pains.
For the people, they will not condone nor forgive...
That he inherited a curse he cannot outlive.


2. THE HEALER

Shine your light on this humble soul.
In this plight let our prayers be known.
Through the white heart of the storm.
Be near me, oh my Lord.

On a barren winter's day, the Lord has sent His servant our way.
Father Grigory answered our prayers. Oh rejoice and see!
Hope! He has given us faith!
A starets sent from heaven, endowed with vigour and grace.

In heart and soul, I hereby devote to you my all,
I speak thy name, and thus I feel your presence in my veins.
Should I atone, to wash the pain and heartache from my bones?
Oh let us sin, show remorse and heal within.

Nighttime prayers, we fall to our knees.
Those burning eyes command yet appease.
Father Grigory, none should disturb thy healing words.

Do not heed the vultures, whatever their claim may be,
Pull me under, abide with me.
When the water deepens, when the enemies lay siege,
Pull me under, I will still believe.

A cold shudder awoke me, and I prayed for thee to appear.
But like a snake hysteria choked me
And painted a vision so dark and austere!

Poisoned! Shot! Bound! Drowned!

Noooooo! Slain as vultures' prey!
Your words are mere echoes but none of them shall decay!

In heart and soul, I hereby devote to you my all,
I speak thy name, and thus I feel your presence in my veins.
Should I atone, to wash the pain and heartache from my bones?
Oh let us sin, show remorse and heal within.
Oh father, my beloved Rasputin.


3. THE EXILE

The clouds of steam hissed ominously
As we travelled miles unknown.
The sun arises, shines her light,
Bathes the world in one last golden glow.

Imprisoned and exiled, this horror will not abate.
Oh hammer of Tobolsk, show mercy to our fate!
The bleak winter wrath, like the war, prevails
Oh sovereign, our tsar, why abdicate?

Glory days of long before,
Stay with me forevermore!
Motherland that I adore,
'Twill be no more.

Yekaterinburg, what horror does us await?
What purpose or prospect? Show mercy to our fate!
There's so much that I would give,
For another life to live.

Slowly fades the night away.
But then! A voice whispers "Quickly, make haste!"
Could it be? A saviour has come!
Could our trials and tribulations
Fade like snow in the sacred sun?

Livadia in the springtime,
Those Crimean memories haunt me,
It's lost and gone...
For we are thousand miles from

Glory days of long before,
Stay with me forevermore!
Motherland that I adore,
'Twill be no more.

No! Have mercy on our souls
No! Have mercy on the Romanov's reign,
No! Oh Father in heaven, I beg Thee: Have mercy!
Let Thy blessing be with us again!

No! Not our mother and father,
No! Not our dearest Alexei,
No! All hope is lost in this crimson hue,
Please I do not want to die!

No! I beg thee, withdraw thy hatred,
No! Let us sisters be!
Have we not been loyal servants?
Must we slaughtered be?

I beg thee please, let me be! Nooooooo!

Motherland, my rodina,
Home of the Tsars,
May you guard and guide
Us to heaven to be by Your side.