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These fields belong to no one
No one here but ghosts
The screams that were buried
Before the frost.
Mouths with thirsty throats
One way to survive
The last you'll ever see:
The waking of the beast.

Famine take me
I have forgotten
My love of death.

These fields of war
The means of terror
Nothing to look towards
This is our emperor
Call my name
Holodomor
The last you'll ever see:
The waking of the beast.

With last dying gasp
There are no words to ask
This is the mourning path
Crown of teeth, skin on staff.
Into my dripping grave
Body on display
Rotted and grey.

Famine take me
I have forgotten
My love of death.

With last dying gasp
There are no words to ask
This is the mourning path
Crown of teeth, skin on staff.
Into my dripping grave
Body on display
Rotted and grey.

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