Текст песни прот.о.Олег Скобля - Солдаты Христа

We're on the road to the Promised Land,
After a nervous breakdown under the yoke of the Cross,
We did not see God, but we believe the Scriptures,
We're at the call of the soldiers of Christ.

Our share of this, God forbid patience
Russian sway over the black mist,
We will help Holy Blessed Xenia,
And elders of Kronstadt, St. John.

We do not go to the heroes who are not looking for fame,
But the faith of Christ, we stand to death.
Shielding us from harm Queen of Heaven,
Maternal love, cover their own.

Funnel day will play on arable land,
Disperse the field Saints Reapers,
And the soldiers of Christ, the living and the fallen,
Before the formation of winged receive crowns.

We're on the road to the Promised Land,
After a nervous breakdown under the yoke of the Cross,
We did not see God, but we believe the Scriptures,
We're at the call of the soldiers of Christ.