Текст песни The Orchestra Of Dead Souls - Siberia Is Burning

Ubiquitous wood never sleeping
Behind its veil just closes eyes.
Through chic of summer, grieve of winter
He silently just watches us.

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Lamenting is Siberian land
From Ural Mountains to Baikal.

Beth latitudes spawn is the dross
Like garbage canine packs of mongrels.
Confession of livestock and vermin
Burns us in the glory of cross.

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So battlefield areas are
From Irtysh to Chukotka now.

Now everyone collaborates
Having his mind completely faded
For our blood being hungry. Heads are
Pierced with unsterile rusted nails.

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Your God screeched his primordial rale
Under the yoke of your own chains.

Now wasted has been all our fate.
They want us to go for recycling
Concerning us as useless matter.
Dead is your God, you, rot in draff!

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Our land in agony is burning
Their propaganda wheel keeps turning.

So creeping is putridity
Forth Ural Mountains to Siberia.
The highwaymen with their brown banners
Will see us guilty ‘til the end.

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Flourish are obscurants there now
Who trampled down our science progress.
They’ll shepherd us in bumpy crowd –
To suckle or to slay – got over…