And rushed headlong to ring the knell
Proclaiming in their wicked mirth
That I at last have gone to hell.
One winter night a faint light streaked
Across the bleak Siberian sky
Beyond the Urals to the east
Across the southern steppes came I.
Yea those there were who called me Christ
Horse thief, healer, devil man
Betrayed by him I once called friend
Who lunged, then like a coward ran.
Adrift upon a sea of blood
Which has engulfed the entire realm
Now Bolsheviks and Cossacks clash
With thieves and cutthroats at the helm.
So let them dance upon my grave
And wallow in their filthy glee
It is Grigori who at last
Shall laugh for all eternity.
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