Lyrics Stolichnaya Smert - Koldbrann

Stolichnaya Smert

Crawling through the outskirts of Odessa
As this skirt came on to me
I was strung out from manual labour
She was a bitch with a bandolier
You could tell she had a thing for
Vodka and Destruction
I showed off my piece
And she grabbed me by the horn
Halfway through the bottle
She wanted to go for a ride
Flaska opp på Vold og faens Kaos
Things are going nowhere fast
Stolichnaya Smert
Hotwired a Chaika down by the curb
Pedal to the floor — ready for more
Give me some throttle for this craving
A gramme off of her tits and I am sailing
Militia pigs are on to us
Want to give some beating
Want to see some blood
Crank it up, some good old Tangorodrim
And send some lead the coppers way
Sinner’s haven Tiraspol
No place better to end it all
Snatch another bottle of Stoli
Wreaking havoc into the morning
At noon I took her down by the river
Pulled her under till she stopped to shiver
Another drifter into the stream
But this one will forever pester my dreams
Take another hit to start me up
Med Frådende Hunger
Where I am going no one can follow
Before I disappear
Out of mind, out of sight
Swallowed by the Transnistrian night
Stolichnaya Smert
English
Crawling through the outskirts of Odessa
As this skirt came on to me
I was strung out from manual labour
She was a bitch with a bandolier
You could tell she had a thing for
Vodka and Destruction
I showed off my piece
And she grabbed me by the horn
Halfway through the bottle
She wanted to go for a ride
Bottled up on Violence and fucking Chaos
Things are going nowhere fast
Stoli — Satanic spirit
Turn me into a beast
Stolichnaya Smert
Come on, let’s go to the death
Hotwired a Chaika down by the curb
Pedal to the floor — ready for more
Give me some throttle for this craving
A gramme off of her tits and I am sailing
Militia pigs are on to us
Want to give some beating
Want to see some blood
Crank it up, some good old Tangorodrim
And send some lead the coppers way
Stoli — fuel of the devil
Hammer of hell, turn me into a beast
Sinner’s haven Tiraspol
No place better to end it all
Snatch another bottle of Stoli
Wreaking havoc into the morning
At noon I took her down by the river
Pulled her under till she stopped to shiver
Another drifter into the stream
But this one will forever pester my dreams
Take another hit to start me up
With Frothing Hunger
Where I am going no one can follow
Before I disappear
Out of mind, out of sight
Swallowed by the Transnistrian night
Stolichnaya Smert
Come on, let’s go to the death