Ivan your people are calling you now
Mongolia certainly stayed true to the cause of Draconia
The death piper's tune is always played
Greetings friends and countrymen
This is a voice of solitude
The icons are dying in the halls of fame
No sacred space to choose
I am ready for this terrible fall
Peasant question has risen again
Now that our friend has left us for good
He told me that we could meet again
Feodorovna, Rodzianko
I am your fatal mistake
We are the white emigration
Sons of a sterile nation