Black Cross

In this cult of death pretend to be
That they didn't die at all?
That they're wandering around in groups on Mongolian steppes
Just to avoid taxes - like typical paid dwarfs
And they inactive want everyone bad?

Houses-all-all estate
They left behind like they were gonna spit in the neighbors' faces.
When you say, "Look at the chamas, we have the beggars."
And if they hadn't carried it out,
It wouldn't be much to defend now.
Before Mordor

“Have you been to Bucza? I mean, have you been to Buczy?!”
The gibberish of the colonel's grandson who was haunted by nightmares
It's like he couldn't forgive the organization.
That the fork and ax replaced the threaded artillery

Come on - history- from the world's jobs- fresh to push you tracks
In the eternal field of illusion

Polish tanks are on fire.
In the steppes of Akerman almost
And so the ear is full of interesting
That they would hear the voices of the Kresovians murdered

The bill ruled
That no 1 calls

And only in the black cross field
She knows very well.
Who's mocking him