Times of the civil war
Carved mother land with gore,
Sinful beasts are crawling in our home;
Red Viper grabbed the throne
Now the time has come to stand as one,
Fight, fulfill the oath we once sworn
For the Tsar, for faith and Russia,
We are rising from the ashes, march with honor to the battle
Eagle of Empire cries
On final march to demise
True sons of our Father land,
The glorious White Army stands
We lost homes and lost the lands,
Our soil in paws of the Reds
Infected minds of men with heresies,
Massacred families
From Siberia to the black sea
Rage of Russian spirit is unleashed,
Pick of nation on its splendor,
No intention to surrender, march with honor to the battle
Eagle of Empire cries
On final march to demise
True sons of our Father land,
The glorious White Army stands
I believe that time will come and the Russian army,
Led by commitment of commanders and soldiers,
Will rise and clear the mother soil of unholy beasts, ones who deny god and state,
At times of despair one must sacrifice own good for sake of Motherland!
Hearts of Russians beat as one, victory awaits!!! (Baron Pyotr Wrangel)
Years have passed, war was lost,
We left familiar coasts,
Exiled and outcast forevermore,
Red Viper grabbed the throne
From Siberia to the black sea
Sons of Russian people live in fear,
Pick of nation on its splendor,
Ruined, gone, exiled, surrendered, we have lost the final battle