Road of Bones
Thrown into a driving
snowstorm
My eyes fill with darkness
I spoke against my country
And paid the price
Before me, foul Kolyma
Hungry maw swallows thousands
Feed her with the poor, the innocent
To work the mines
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Ride, ride, ride on the road of bones
Die, die, die on the road of bones
Desolation does surround me
Permafrost is my cold bed
I'm a zombie of the Gulag
Dying slowly and living dead
Forty degrees below the redline
The purga blizzards howl
I curl up in my tent
To count my final days
Who I was no longer matters
I am nothing; I am no one
Just a tooth on this grinding gear
To break and be cast away
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Dread Vorkuta, whore of torture
Spreads her foul hands across the plain
In her clutches, Russia's children
Pray for death to end the pain
Discovered in this land of solitude
A message scratched into a frozen stone:
"We died here, our skin a frozen blue.
Remember us, the forgotten and alone."
On a day when the sun rose darkly
Body broken, spirit fled
The wind, it blew so hard,
My wounds scarcely bled.
Now I join the countless millions
Who in toil have died before me
Their bones ground into dust
To pave this road to hell
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Dread Vorkuta! Foul
Kolyma!