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Year '45 the world finally breathed -

Tyrans are dead, allies in bliss.

World war is over and its time for peace

For billions of man but not for these.

Invader has changed but only in name

Terror has come, misery remains.

There was a few, madmen and brave

For whom the fight not going to an end.

They were called CURSED!

Hidden in the forest with a gun on their back

Stripped of a live, wait for attack.

Outlaw by choice couse oath still in force

For faith and the homeland they shed their blood.

Keeping in mind all the victims pain

They obeyed the orders hungry for revenge.

They killed commies in cold blood in the name of slain

No mercy for the reds they show them polish strength.

No chance to normal live, they have to stay in woods

Fearless and cursed till the end they stood.

Red propaganda called them murderer

But they just fought for freedom, it was never ending tale.

Hunted by the army and secret police

Tempted by a vision of live in communism

You'd better shoot yourself by shoot to your head

Death before dishonor, better dead then red!

Caught one were threated and tourtured in a jail

Refusal to cooperate ments pulling out their nails

Often beaten unto death they tryed to keep their word

With god on side, they survive the worse.

Hopeless fight till death

Die with pride, not on their knees.

The cursed soldiers live

We'll not forget, we'll not forgive

DEATH TO THE ENEMIES OF MOTHERLAND!