In the house of special purpose
The last palace of the Tsar
There is no beauty
To see in the dead
Shackled, imprisoned and condemned
Revolution goes hand in hand
With regicide and assassination
And the purging of the royal, the royal blood line
At rest with the saints four sisters martyred
Four brothers now hallowed ground
No escape from the bullets and bayonets
Red Russian stain gilded silhouettes
Shadows cast deep and long
History is always written by the victors
And truth has no weight when the myth is forged
Church On The Blessed is the conscience of the guilty people
Execution of a damned ideal and the innocent
The end doesn't always justify the means
When the red flag was raised it was soaked in blood
No escape from the bullets and bayonets
Red Russian stain gilded silhouettes
Shadows cast deep and long
You can't blame the sons for the sins of their fathers
Every generation carries its own guilt
No escape from the bullets and bayonets
Red Russian stain gilded silhouettes
Erasing monuments 'less the world forgets
There isn't one of us that doesn't live with old regrets
