St. Petersburg - Astral Doors

On Russian soil, a child was born

In Siberia, the birth of madness

It was a secret cult under his command

Had the power to heal, but filled us all with vicious lies

Why, tell me how could they be so very blind

Soon they all will find it’s a big charade

Shadow play, let’s take

The road to St. Petersburg

Black magic man

On the road to St. Petersburg

A magical, mystical man

And Rasputin was his name

Coming into town, gold before his eyes

Opened up their arms and embraced this great man

But the line is thin between good and bad

Prayed for their son

And advised the Russians in the war

Why, wonder why the legend never seems to die

They filled us all with lies

Revolution came after death, he took

The road to St. Petersburg

Black magic man

On the road to St. Petersburg

A magical, mystical man

And Rasputin was his name

And the women of Russia sighed

Women cried in anger for this loving man

They could not understand what they had done

Russia’s son, he walked

The road to St. Petersburg

Black magic man

On the road to St. Petersburg

A magical, mystical man

And Rasputin was his name