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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.

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