Стычка (Firefight)

from Лики обреченных by Kopalhem

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lyrics

Firefight

Where the shells were bursting and fear was stifling
The anarchist squad was planning a melee
To survive under fire until the dawn comes
Just a few hours — then cut the enemy’s throat

Victory was their destiny when
The black “sotnya” cut into the enemy lines
Anarchy conquered day with a machine gun storm
Until the bravest grew tired and their blades lost their edges

«You won’t catch me» is written on the back of my “tachanka”
I see a ghost of a White Movement soldier smiling — lucky bastard
I howl with the pack like a grieving wolf
I bring death to my foe whose blood is now spraying

Victory was their destiny when
The black “sotnya” cut into the enemy lines
Anarchy conquered the day with a machine gun storm
Until the bravest grew tired and their blades lost their edges

Victory was their destiny when
The black “sotnya” cut into the enemy lines
Anarchy conquered the day with a machine gun storm
Until the bravest grew tired and their blades lost their egdes

«You won’t catch me» is written on the back of my “tachanka”
I see a ghost of a White movement soldier smiling — lucky bastard
I howl with the pack like a grieving wolf
I bring death to my foe, whose blood is now spraying

Victory was their destiny when
The black “sotnya” cut into the enemy lines
Anarchy conquered the day with a machine gun storm
Until the bravest grew tired and their blades lost their edgesl