Kolyma

<br>They pass me when I close my eyes<br>Ragged lines of ragged grey<br>Grey their faces, grey their hands<br>Grey the ghosts that haunt this land<br>Their pain, it echoes through the hills<br>Through no one living ever left<br><br>This is Kolyma - a graveyard for the lost<br><br>The muffled sounds of cries and moans<br>Od swearing, shooting and commands<br>They all disappeared in this big land<br>Where summer`s harsh and winter kills<br>Where gold is hidden, death`s for free<br>And freedom came from weapon steel<br><br>This is Kolyma - a graveyard for the lost<br><br>The forest conquered all the camps<br>Broke walls, cut fences down to earth<br>The forest conquered all the camps<br>Broke walls, cut fences down to earth<br><br>Land of gold and land of death, a graveyard for the lost<br>You gave the treasures, you tool the men, you`ll keep them forever<br><br>(This is) Kolyma - a graveyard for the lost<br>(This is) Kolyma - a graveyard for the lost<br><br>The cold wind`s crying for the lost<br>He knows the sites where they all lie<br>The wolves are howling in the woods<br>Howls like calling up the dead<br>I`d rather trust in ther fangs<br>Than mercy by man`s hand<br><br>This is Kolyma - a graveyard for the lost<br><br>The cold wind`s crying for the lost<br>The one who knows their names