An untouched meal An open door, a shredded veil Scrambled eggs and caviar With the finest whine in a golden jar A thousand footsteps Swarmed around where the emperor slept But those who went through famines Are now feasting on the tsar's intestines! No one shall be left behind Shall take the hate out of our minds Hunger we will feed The tsar will be the masses' breakfast The rise's hate shall make their tortures last! A trail of blood From the royal bed to where contempt and hate flood They shall be tortured Left to die, thrown to the vultures A mass demanding The royal family's beheading Those who lived with death will now Take the emperor's last breath No one shall be left behind Shall take the hate out of our minds Hunger we will feed The tsar will be the masses' breakfast The rise's hate shall make their tortures last!