Bleed-burn -

The Czar went down to Catherine city

When peasants clamp in feeble things are trampled down

Is the flesh of a symbol-doomed worth any pity

Did the rituals bring the force unto the imposter’s crown

Scenes from the cycle of life and of death under God

Some of Your sons bleed

Some of Us burn

You make us and we make You

This is what we get in return

Master the power we yielded is fading away

The bunker’s dug deep but they’ve been knocking a million

Times

I formed Your fire into an all-embracing light

When dawn breaks I will come with You into the night

Scenes from the cycle of life and of death under God

Some of Your sons bleed

Some of Us burn

You make us and we make You

This is what we get in return