text:  too late for thee! Up Russia! Queen of hundred battles Remember now thine ancient right! * * * * * Blaze Moscow!--Far shall shine thy light! Lo! other times are dawning o'er us: Be blotted out our short disgrace! Swell Russia swell the battle chorus! War! is the watchword of our race! Lo! how the baffled leader seizeth With fetter'd hands his Iron Crown-- A dread abyss his spirit freezeth! Down down he goes to ruin down! And Europe's armaments are driven Like mist along the blood-stain'd snow-- That snow shall melt 'neath summer's heaven With the last footstep of the foe