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We are ghosts that thrive in pain

Would you like to see my face?

I come from far

Uninvited

We'll hunt down the lives you praise

Our boots are at you doorstep

We come to take your house next

Never invited

The first waves are over

And now winter comes

The enemy is closer

But the river will attone

We know the cold

We know the game

Their remains

Eternal

Will break

Will crack

Will melt

Slowly fade away

March the thunder storm

To take the Panzer's game

Reich is at the door

Hell's about to break

Insane

Insane

Rechts, zwei, drei, vier

Raz, raz, dva, tree

We are ghosts that dwell in pain

Cristallized, all we knew

We gave our lives for you,

And no one knows...

When did it all take place?

Who painted the Volga in blood?

Who spend those lives?

Who made the call?

It was Insane

INSANE