“Mine the might, and mine the right,
Stir ye, spur ye to the fight—
Bare the blade, and strike the blow
To the heart’s core of the foe—
Slaughter all the rebel bands
Found with weapons in their hands;
On! the holy work of fate
Russia’s God will consecrate.
“’Tis decreed that they shall bleed
For their dark and trait’rous deed.