Imperial Eagle

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.