Shine your light on this humbler 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 us Faith! A starets sent from heaven, endowed with vigour and grace 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 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 depens, 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 pointed a vision so dark and still 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!