Ann - Chapter 2: Anastasia Romanova
A white velvet winter coat Lay bestowed upon the palace lawn Through the cold, the river Neva flows to the Baltic Sea With regality she winds away from my home The Russian throne From northern lands under Aurora skies Through vast terrains and through the Volga veins From snowy corners of our nation all the people sing our family's hymn Oh my rodina, home of the Tsars May you guard the Romanov's rule To thee I vow and pray until the day that I die, my rodina A smile to the outside world May well deceive one's own soul But no! The truth is ghastly and plain Oh what burden befalls our family? What slithers through our brother's veins that can't be tamed? From northern lands under Aurora skies Through vast terrains and through Siberian plains No one should ever understand our masquerade The Tsarevich's fate Oh my rodina, home of the Tsars May you guard the Romanov's rule To thee I vow and pray until the day that I die, my rodina Oh this curse, cloaked in crimson red Catastrophe lurks on my brother's path Do not revolt I see no reason why He cannot live unbruised and nobly die Tell me why! Oh this curse, cloaked in crimson red Catastrophe lurks on my brother's path From northern lands under Aurora skies Through vast terrains and through the Volga veins From snowy corners of our nation all the people sing our family's hymn Oh my rodina, home of the Tsars May you guard the Romanov's rule How divine our name, fortune and fame But the truth, if they only knew Oh my rodina, home of the Tsars May you guard the Romanov's rule To thee I vow and pray until the day that I die, my rodina That I die, my rodina! We must not speak of our brother What plagues him, his agonizing pains For the people they will not condone nor forgive That he inherited a curse he cannot outlive
Submitted by Iron_Wraith — Jun 15, 2026
Shine your light on this humble soul In this plight let our prayers be known Through the white heart of the storm Be near me, oh my lord! On a barren winter's day, the Lord has sent his servant our way Father Grigory answered our prayers Oh rejoice and see Hope! He has given un faith! A starets sent from heaven, endowed with vigour and grace In hear and soul, I hereby devote to you my all I speak thy name, and thus I feel your presence in my veins Should I atone, to wash the pain and heartache from my bones? Oh let us sin, show remorse and heal within Nighttime prayers, we fall to our knees Those burning eyes command yet appease Father Grigory, none should disturb thy healing words Do not heed the vultures, whatever their claim may be Pull me under, abide with me When the water deepens, when enemies lay siege Pull me under, I will still believe A cold shudder awoke me, and I prayed for thee to appear But like a snake hysteria choked me And painted a vision so dark and austere! Poisoned! Shot! Bound! Drowned! No! Slain as vultures' prey! Your words are mere echoes but none of them shall decay! In heart and soul, I hereby devote to you my all I speak thy name, and thus I feel your presence in my veins Should I atone, to wash the pain and heartache from my bones? Oh let us sin, show remorse and heal within Oh father, my beloved Rasputin
Submitted by Iron_Wraith — Jun 15, 2026
The clouds of steam hissed ominously as we travelled miles unknown The sun arises, shines her light Bathes the world in one last golden glow Imprisoned and exiled, this horror will not abate Oh hamlet of Tobolsk, show mercy to our fate! The bleak winter wrath, like the war, prevails Oh sovereign, our tsar, why abdicate? Glory days of long before Stay with me forevermore! Motherland that I adore 'Twill be no more Yekaterinburg what horror does us await? What purpose or prospect? Show mercy to our fate! There's so much that I would give For another life to live Slowly fades the night away But then! A voice whispers 'quickly, make haste!' Could it be? A saviour has come! Could our trials and our Tribulations fade like snow in the sacred sun? Livadia in the springtime Those Crimean memories haunt me It's lost and gone For we are thousand miles from The glory days of long before Stay with me forevermore! Motherland that I adore 'Twill be no more Glory days of long before Stay with me forevermore! Motherland that I adore 'Twill be no more This is a lie How can we trust 'Twill be no more No! Have mercy on our souls No! Have mercy on the Romanov's reign No! Oh father in heaven I beg thee: Have mercy! Let thy blessing be with us again! No! Not our mother and father No! Not our dearest Alexei No! All hope is lost in this crimson hue Please I do not want to die! No! I beg thee, withdraw thy hatred No! Let us sisters be! No! Have we not been loyal servants? Must we slaughtered be? I beg thee please, let me be! No! Motherland, my Rodina Home of the Tsars May you guard and guide us to heaven to be by your side May you guard and guide us to heaven to be by your side
Submitted by Iron_Wraith — Jun 15, 2026