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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.

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