At the day of his coronation

He sank down in deepest dispair

Hundreds of russians were dying

By rapture, the sun and its glare



After several years of waiting

He came, the heir to the throne

Their son was born as a bleeder

His parents so sad and alone



The tsarina felt what was coming

A vision that darkened her soul

The tsar was given a warning

Intrigues so darkened and cold



Destiny called, the empire fell

The two-headed eagle that died

Bullets of hate were erasing their lifes

No prayer and nobody cried



In their darkest hour the