Red Winter
At last the wounds have healed
But the scars forever show
Flashbacks of eastern lines
Point and fire, I am the enemy
All that remains (all that remains)
Of a barren world (of a barren world)
With your dying breath, fear our return
The thoughts race through my mind, will I live or die?
Screaming Russia, we hear your call
Wall of soldiers lay, the snow becomes their graves
We carry on
Like rabid dogs of death
Tracking blood through the snow
Piercing thoughts, now so clear
Place the blame, you are the enemy
All that remains (all that remains)
Of a barren world (of a barren world)
With your dying breath, fear our return
The thoughts race through my mind, will I live or die?
Screaming Russia, we hear your call
Wall of soldiers lay, the snow becomes their graves
We carry on
Winters cold will feast on your heart
As the bullets are aiming to rip you apart
We take command and fight for our lives
Like a bunch of fucking dogs who turn on their masters
Winters cold will feast on your heart
As the bullets are burning and tearing apart
We take command and fight for our lives
We are the fucking dogs who turned on our masters
But the scars forever show
Flashbacks of eastern lines
Point and fire, I am the enemy
All that remains (all that remains)
Of a barren world (of a barren world)
With your dying breath, fear our return
The thoughts race through my mind, will I live or die?
Screaming Russia, we hear your call
Wall of soldiers lay, the snow becomes their graves
We carry on
Like rabid dogs of death
Tracking blood through the snow
Piercing thoughts, now so clear
Place the blame, you are the enemy
All that remains (all that remains)
Of a barren world (of a barren world)
With your dying breath, fear our return
The thoughts race through my mind, will I live or die?
Screaming Russia, we hear your call
Wall of soldiers lay, the snow becomes their graves
We carry on
Winters cold will feast on your heart
As the bullets are aiming to rip you apart
We take command and fight for our lives
Like a bunch of fucking dogs who turn on their masters
Winters cold will feast on your heart
As the bullets are burning and tearing apart
We take command and fight for our lives
We are the fucking dogs who turned on our masters
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Writer(s): Joel Breisch
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