Текст песни МАКС ГАНЗ и ТАНЯ МОЛЬ - Богоборцам

Poetry group of Hieromonk Roman (Matyushin)

To the Wrestlers of God!
Hieromonk Roman (Matyushin)

Soaked in the filth of the mat
Slain by the poison of sins
Without the Spirit, you are unfortunate soldiers,
Laugh and kill enemies!

Forgotten God Ivans,
Going to hell with abuse.
Apparently, not words, but zindans
You will be healed of rabies.

Kohl swill and chewing gum joy -
The destruction of the country is not a reproach.
Godlessly insane herd
Leprosy of Russia and shame!

The cattle knows no bestiality!
Not so - the king over nature:
Drowning nobility in sins,
In madness, he spits on the Creator.

Look, you who rejected the Faith:
Without God, the Fatherland is Sodom!
Without the Church, not Rus, but Nerus,
At war with Christ!

Where did the verbiage come from?
Look, Satanic people:
Even camels! Camels!
And those in Heaven do not spit.

December 26, 2012, Vetrovo skete.