We are sailing by dead reckoning
The vessel's glowing in the polar dark
We are sailing on the inverted Noah's Ark
And do not feel like overdoing
We've been around for a long long time
Now everything's turning into sublime
We can lose, but your world cannot win
No barbarian shall ever outlive our final spin

Judgment day
Your North already lost the Pole
(russian word) - The Doomsday
After us your heavens can fall

We are sailing to the Pole Zero
No focal point nor locked target
One thousand megatons on board
Ready to take off the Sun

We'll make your wars all obsolotes
Whatever the point of impact
Whatever all, as a matter of fact
All of your cities are in sight

Collectivist Judgement Day
Your North already lost the Pole
(russian word) - The Doomsday
After us your heavens can fall

Sakharov miracle play
Ice field's turning into black hole
(russian word) - The Doomsday
After us your heavens can fall