A lonely shadow lost in a gloomy night
A running ghost surrounded by dilapidated walls
Tasting the bitter taste of his own sweat
Enemies of the people tracked down wherever they go
Hunted like mangy dogs by the almighty NKVD
Every single traitor will be arrested
Sentenced to years of labor in the Gulag camps
Without mercy they gather humans by thousands
Without pity they will torture you ‘till death
They are keeping an eye on all of your moves
They are tracking you down, there's no way to escape
No way to escape
A bunch of worthless slaves
Swimming in their own piss and shit
Hundreds of suffocating prisoners
Carried in the Djourma’s holds
They may never return alive
Starving, chocking, drowning, dying
In their own piss and shit
A lonely shadow lost in a gloomy night
A running ghost surrounded by dilapidated walls
Tasting the bitter taste of his own sweat
Burning feeling inside your legs
Can't you go any further ?
Can't you run any longer ?
Exhausted men digging the earth
Desperately seeking for some gold
In the frozen hell of Kolyma
Crawling in narrow mines
For the glory of their beloved USSR
Without mercy they gather humans by thousands
Without pity they will torture you ‘till death
They are keeping an eye on all of your moves
They are tracking you down
Do not care about the dying workers
Lying on the snow-covered ground
No empathy for the weak
No sympathy for the sick
Do not talk too much
Do not think too much
You have to work as fast as you can
As hard as you can
A ferocious display of blackened stoner-doom from Moscow's Moanhand, who offsets moments of bleak ugliness with clean, haunting melody. Bandcamp New & Notable Jun 23, 2021