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June 22nd, 1941
01:32
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The Day
03:52
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We were the conquered
The last of our sons
Shattered and broken
Our enemies had won
Trespassing the borders
From the western lands they came
The Panzers and Tigers
Swallowing their game
Marching onwards
Dogs of War
Sowing Death
Setting fire to the fields
Barbarossa
Drains the life from our veins
Making orphans of us all
The peasants misfortune
Our blood drips from their blade
Feeding the Soil
As they burned our stores of grain
All I have ever known
Has vanished before my eyes
The call of the forest
Heard as the dove has died
Marching onwards
Dogs of War
Sowing Death
Setting fire to the fields
Barbarossa
Drains the life from our veins
Making corpses of us all
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3. |
The Oath
06:23
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The trees were barren
Neath skies of Autumn grays
A storm of leaden rain
Destroying what remains
Smoke of our sorrows
Replacing my breath
A causeway of corpses
And miseries be the death
Our cries for mercy had died
By men with maps on a table
Our tears for the fallen had dried
Buried neath ashes and gable
Wheels of fate turn
To tread upon naked bones
The fall of Odessa
A cessation felt alone
The oath it speaks for me
Diamond words of revenge
To kill for our mother
And restore her life with their blood
Lend me your hand
So carry on in this way
Take your gun for here we cannot stay
Through marshes and fields
To the woods I know
The dawn comes soon and we must go
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4. |
The Forest
05:44
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5. |
The Train
07:10
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We knew our fate
As we descended from those hills
Our end assured (the time had come)
Our fate unquestioned
The tides had changed
There is nowhere left for us to go
But towards our destiny
The one that lay beyond the trees
We, the crawling shadows
With us Shavgiludze’s wedge
A gift of the forge
For the labors of revenge
Thirsting for the taste of reprisal
Returning acts of cruelty
Beneath an uncaring sun
Our prey coughs up her smoke
Stones rumble along the tracks
To match trembling hands
An announce her coming
Beneath the blazing eye of an uncaring sun
Fortunes of war coming undone
I would die proudly beside you
Gather your rounds o’brother gather your guns
The armored beast broke free from the tree line
Bastardized by the engines of war
A hurtling abomination screaming death to our people
Ignorant to its coming fall
With shallow breath we waited
For the moment wheel met wedge
And in an instant the moment came
Beneath the blazing eye of an indifferent sun
The beast leapt forth from the tracks
Black engine suspended in time, a painted bird
Corrupted hearts aboard seized by terror
Falling one within iron tombs
In time they will know us
They will know our acts of retribution
They will fear the shadows in which we dwell
They will know the name Little Vodka
They will know capitulation
They will know the fall of empires
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6. |
Capitulation
02:59
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