They pass me when I close my eyes
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Ragged lines of ragged grey
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Grey their faces, grey their hands
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Grey the ghosts that haunt this land
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Their pain, it echoes through the hills
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Through no one living ever left
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This is Kolyma - a graveyard for the lost
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The muffled sounds of cries and moans
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Od swearing, shooting and commands
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They all disappeared in this big land
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Where summer's harsh and winter kills
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Where gold is hidden, death's for free
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And freedom came from weapon steel
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This is Kolyma - a graveyard for the lost
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The forest conquered all the camps
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Broke walls, cut fences down to earth
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The forest conquered all the camps
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Broke walls, cut fences down to earth
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Land of gold and land of death, a graveyard for the lost
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You gave the treasures, you tool the men, you'll keep them forever
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(This is) Kolyma - a graveyard for the lost
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(This is) Kolyma - a graveyard for the lost
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The cold wind's crying for the lost
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He knows the sites where they all lie
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The wolves are howling in the woods
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Howls like calling up the dead
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I'd rather trust in ther fangs
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Than mercy by man's hand
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This is Kolyma - a graveyard for the lost
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The cold wind's crying for the lost
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The one who knows their names
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Kolyma
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Evereve |