Yakutsk
Underneath that dirty road
3 million corpses buried
And the blood that once kept us strong
And the flesh of pure slavery

I´ll leave my soul on the road
Death by death
My hands freeze while I work
Between the bodies of my mates
Of my mates (bis)

3 million corpses further lays
Where I´ll meet my end
I´ll stay here with the countless deaths
And the thousands of living slaves

Where power lays there´s only hate
Hate for what we are
We are hated
Hating what you are
Dying for a cause that´s not mine

BRING ANOTHER CORPSE

Cowards, your soldiers are cowards
Igniting our fire
One day we´ll rise from the
Ice, and we will take over
The dirty road of yours
The road made of bones

THE ROAD MADE OF BONES