Kolyma - Evereve

They pass me when I close my eyes

Ragged lines of ragged grey

Grey their faces, grey their hands

Grey the ghosts that haunt this land

Their pain, it echoes through the hills

Through no one living ever left

This is Kolyma — a graveyard for the lost

The muffled sounds of cries and moans

Od swearing, shooting and commands

They all disappeared in this big land

Where summer’s harsh and winter kills

Where gold is hidden, death’s for free

And freedom came from weapon steel

This is Kolyma — a graveyard for the lost

The forest conquered all the camps

Broke walls, cut fences down to earth

The forest conquered all the camps

Broke walls, cut fences down to earth

Land of gold and land of death, a graveyard for the lost

You gave the treasures, you tool the men, you’ll keep them forever

(This is) Kolyma — a graveyard for the lost

(This is) Kolyma — a graveyard for the lost

The cold wind’s crying for the lost

He knows the sites where they all lie

The wolves are howling in the woods

Howls like calling up the dead

I’d rather trust in ther fangs

Than mercy by man’s hand

This is Kolyma — a graveyard for the lost

The cold wind’s crying for the lost

The one who knows their names