Siberian Songtext

von Misery Index

March out, submissive, tundra-locked labor slaves
Eight years inside here, counting down our endless days
We're rationed, worked and flogged 'til bitter dusk dissolves
And beckons back to here, so far from mother's arms
Each day, a penance, each night, a sigh
Through every night I ponder, what exists beyond these walls
This dreaded repetition, gnawed flesh, a shield gone numb
I'll tread this place no longer, tomorrow I'll be gone
Into the unforgiving, a bleak and barren land
This rock, and birch-bound cradle, saps the life from me
No gods, no laws, just open empty earth
At one with crystal-white, to die alone
Narodnaya, our time is nigh, open your door to the end
White clouds of frozen breath, these ghosts accompany
Waiting for death, together longing for release
And from my resting place, I stare at Narodnaya
Beneath the gray clouds brooding, the air escapes my lungs