The healer

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!