Procession of the living dead The fluttering flags, blood-red You think release is imminent But Death has launched its manhunt
Hear the cannons of freedom A column of martyrs overcome By a bittersweet feeling of relief This last ordeal will cause much grief
Procession of the living dead The smallest piece of bread Hurts like a sharp blade Not a drop of water to aid The Siberian cold numbs your limbs And Death hums its victory hymns
Procession of the living dead Ash clouds behind, corpses ahead Carpathian winds running through you Wandering specter, your lips are blue
Snow burns your mouth and you're all in The bones in your feet tear your skin Companions in misery are falling You follow steps, keep walking Your cries sound like a serenade Under the balcony of the Shade
Procession of the living dead As far as atrocity has led You plead with the Shadow To suffer no more on the morrow
Hear the cannons of freedom A column of martyrs overcome By a hopeless feeling of sorrow Crawling ghosts on the bloodstained snow
There's no more life, no more hope Expectations on a slippery slope Dark butterflies in your head Ash clouds behind, corpses aheadTeksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
