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H E R R The Baron Of Urga

Back in 1886, the earth threw up a man, A dwarfish-blond demi god from the cruel Baltic lands, His forefathers they had achieved some notoriety, By siding then with Satan in crusading repartee, Ungern Sternberg was his name, frequenter of the b...ar, A vodka-swilling target-practice life-extinguisher, With Semenev he fought the Reds, he loved the art of war, The ghost of mighty Genghis, he knew he'd lived before, Buddhism became his creed and cities he abhorred, He flew across the Mogol steppes and raised an iron sword, He took the Chinese by the throat, as Alioshin tells, The puppet-leaders vanquished and the Jewish traders felled, Now sick of outside influence, the Mongols showed their hand, And crushed right there forever, the invaders of their land, And in their place there grew up schools and libraries by the score, But still the Beast was restless and still he wanted more. He rides across the icy plains, small-headed death-knell ringer, Narcotics whirling round his brain, the Baron of Urga, His cloak it billows in the wind, White-Russian Mongol-Fuhrer, Consume the flesh of those who sin, the Khan as Avatar. Within the Eastern territories, inside that bloodied nest, The Baron devised a system, in which the ego was suppressed, A syncretic blend of theocracy, Eurasian to the core, A strong religious framework, for a man who lived for war, Soon there formed a Cabinet, with democratic rule, Key decisions made by rotten corpses one and all, With Sepalev, the Colonel, and the Teapot by his side, He sought a pure Nirvana, to halt the Karmic slide, But the Marxists under Bator, they came spreading through the East, And found the drunken hash-fiends at their nihilistic feast, With the reeling Mongols slaughtered and their bodies void of soul, The Baron he was captured, by the Bolshevik patrol, Naked and defeated, with his charms upon a chain, This one-great noble autocrat was pushed aboard a train, And when they dragged him Westwards, with their Siberian guile, The Baron Ungern Sterberg there, was forced to go on trial. He rides across the icy plains, small-headed death-knell ringer, Narcotics whirling round his brain, the Baron of Urga, His cloak it billows in the wind, White-Russian Mongol-Fuhrer, Consume the flesh of those who sin, the Khan as Avatar. Someone already put this on YouTube but my problem with the video is that it had about 4 minutes in the end. I uploaded without that 4 minute part for the sake of things like playlists. My Discord:   / discord