1. THE CONFESSOR OF MOSCOW

When the tide of battle turned against the Russian realm because of its sins, and perfidious and traitorous lackeys, faint-hearted and cowardly, prevailed upon the Orthodox Tsar to abdicate his throne, as a merciful archpastor thou didst weep for thy people, who were caught up in the chaos of war, civil strife and famine, and didst beg the Most High not to inflict unbearable tribulations upon them. And we, mindful of thy compassion, cry out to thee:

Rejoice, thou who didst pray at every time and in every place
Rejoice, thou who didst lift up thy holy hands, without wrath and doubting
Rejoice, thou who didst commemorate the ruler and those in authority
Rejoice, thou who didst pray that all might lead a quiet and peaceable life
Rejoice, thou who wast blameless and temperate
Rejoice, thou who wast sober-minded and apt to teach
Rejoice, thou who as a good monk didst spurn filthy lucre
Rejoice, thou who in thy modesty wast a stranger to covetousness
Rejoice, thou who didst hold the mystery of the Faith in a pure conscience
Rejoice, thou who wast repeatedly proved, and found blameless
Rejoice, thou who didst rule well each of thy dioceses
Rejoice, thou who didst edify the house of Christ, the Church of the living God
Rejoice, O humble Tikhon, steadfast confessor of the Faith and fervent intercessor for our souls


2. VANDALIZING THE ICONOGRAPHY OF SATAN

Perversion peddled through books and television
Through the world wide web
Lost men and women violating one another
For our innocent children to see

Burn their books, shut down their platforms
Lock up these cowardly perverts
Burn their books peddling perversion to children
And vandalize the devil's iconography

All pornography must be destroyed
Kill this murderer of souls

An industry using humans as cattle
Reduce it to rubble and ash
Operated by the minions of Satan
Destroy this demonic industry

Disarm the disgusting demon of fornication
Torment me no more
Burn their books, shut down their platforms
Leech off us no more


3. INCINERATE THE SACRIFICIAL GROUNDS OF MOLOCH

Modern temples of worship
To a perverted god
They sacrifice their own offspring
Leaving them to rot
Burn these forsaken temples down
Show them no mercy
All false gods must suffer and die
So the innocent will cease to bleed

Incinerate, burn these grounds of child sacrifice to the ground

There is nothing unvirtuous about the destruction
Of satanic idols and their means to destroy us

We shall burn you to the ground

If a child is only a clump of cells
Then your clinics are just a clump of bricks
Now reduced to a pile of filthy rubble
Fire and gasoline should do the trick