Mother RussiaMy Mother Russia is sisters with Mother Nature.More Like This
Mother Nature weeps with envy at my Mother's features.
Her compassionate lips
Even as the wolf's growls rip.
Her beauty forever in tact
For my Mother Russia, I will always attack.
Even her ashen skin
Her frozen soul within
Her ice cold locks
He who dare mocks
My cherished Mother unruly
Shall taste Soviet fury.
My Mother's Red Army
Crimson blodshed lethargy.
The scarlet garnet adorned at her neck
Is our victory in slaughtering our foes to shreds.