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Rise... From Siberia he rises Monk... Whose visions of the future will be told Soon... His fame reaches out to the throne Aid... To the Czar's son will come down Revolution ‒ it soon comes Revolution ‒ red comes down Stab, poison, shot, drown Stab, poison, shot, drown Revolution ‒ The Czar is gone Revolution ‒ Monarchy's done Stab, poison, shot, drown Stab, poison, shot, drown Curse... He told the Czar about the curse Plague... It will plague them if undone... Revolution... Aus Songtexte Mania