St. Petersburg
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