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Born of the frozen wastes, peasant with an arctic gaze

Blessed with such piety, blighted by the gift of prophecy

Clairvoyant, seer beyond

Through the wilds on and on

Siberian lupine appetite grows as the gates fall into sight

Dark forces rise as the scythe descends

Gold spires, reflect the coming fires

In the white night city, it’ll be a hot time in the town tonight

Lurker in the palace

Holy fool, MYSTIFIER

Mourning wind, songs of sorrow

Our mother is bleeding

Guide the hand that stabs her heart

Holy Devil, MYSTIFIER

Set a place beside the throne, oh sisters of the crow

Sin be the path to salvation, be not afraid of damnation

Warnings of the coming storm, silenced by the waters of Neva

Infinite misery

Crumbling of the dynasty