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Flowers and candles by the shabby building

Over three hundred thirty incur death

In front of houses gloomy toasts for dead

One hundred seventy two children died

In they hearts despair and mind to revenge

terrorism a way to nowhere

Czar puts mask of murderer!

Warriors of freedom, knights of death

They made children own hostages

Innocent and helpless died

After onrush troop liberation

Mother Russia doesn’t love her own children!

Herod made butchery!

Blood's children on the parent's hands

Time of revenge will come

Dead angels, despair in mother's heart

Hate will dispense two nations

Czar's honor brought to tragedy

Blood will not congeal on hands