Deserted land
Thousands of scattered soldiers
Lost in the immensity of uninhabited plains
Hostile steppes
There is nowhere to rest in west of Russia
The only thing we have left is desolate area
A frozen wind is blowing on blazing buildings
Barren land, desolate area
No more
No more villages, no more farms
No more fields, no more factories
We have burnt everything
We have sacrificed everything
Years of hard work reduced to ashes
We have devastated everything
Years of hard work devoured by fire
Thousands of starving soldiers
Lost in the immensity of uninhabited plains
Hostile steppes
Nothing more to see than ice, ash and dust
Nothing more to see than debris, rubble and ruins
Do not let our enemies go any further
Just wait and let them slowly die
Lost in this dust heap
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