How much of Christian Blood is shed!

How much of Christian blood is shed!
No end, no bound—the Cup brims o’er.

The Vyrusses, by murder led,
Rage to kill Russ, seize their heritage and more—
Erase all memory from the wise.
With a guffaw they shoot the thigh
Of some poor captive father; cries
Of a small daughter, praying on high,
Cannot save him—his hands are bound
Behind his back. From drone above
A grenade falls on scorched ground—
Wounded man signs himself with love—
With the Cross—before his death…
Truly, in them
No human thing, no holy ray,
Only satanic hate, the stem
Of human-killing, night and day.
Countless Judases would sell
The Maker of the world for gain,
To find, in the abyss of hell,
A place—this brood of blood and stain.
But Judas' heirs can never reign.
In the last days, for Russia's pain
And true repentance, God shall give
By grace an Orthodox Tsar, whom
The Antichrist, that beast of doom,
With claws for nails, shall dread, though crowned
In Jerusalem. The beast shall set
His graven mark on those who grace forget;
Unrepentant, they shall be cast
Into the lake of fire at last—
The fire that never shall be quenched.

O Lord!
To Orthodox Russian host accord
Invincible victory, we pray,
That Thy Name be glorified for aye,
Through ages of ages.