Graves, dotting the planes, marking the scene of genocide made modern Mourning the two hundred thousand unnamed We'll not be poisoned by history for the blackest of gold and the blackest of souls
So we fight Chechens, we ride To Dagestan tonight
Chechens, we ride
I am free I am Shiva, destroyer of worlds Lock in aim, I will bring my vengeance tenfold
I am free How can you kill a dead man? Even if my hand falls limp to the ground, others' will find you Even if my hand falls limp to the ground, others' will find you
Chechens, we ride to Dagestan tonight
Chechens, we ride
We will not be poisoned by history Two hundred thousand unmarked graves in memory
My love, forgive me for all that I have done I've turned my back on the garden we grew up in They forced us to fight We will not go quietly into the night I fear the man you knew is gone I replaced love with charges and bombs We're holding the lines They're barely holding on
Yes, yesterday, we were children playing Forced to fight Unable to grow, and able to know such violence
Given away everything I could have gained Away This time it seems I couldn't find a way There's nothing left Except for everyone who has destroyed their lives We're keeping our promises we shouldn't make Given away everything I could have gained Away This time it seems I couldn't find a way There's nothing left Except for everyone who has destroyed their lives We're keeping our promises we shouldn't makeTeksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.