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