Their Land, Their Blood

Lyrics: KARTER DARK/MASKFACE CRICK/Tarabanov Dmitry Sergeevich Music: KARTER DARK/MASKFACE CRICK/Tarabanov Dmitry Sergeevich Heaven never cried our souls that the war took No panic, pretend you'll get your bullet later (down behind your back) Create the genocide without remorse, we have to push them back Do you understand, i need to get your ****ing "Roger that!"

Heaven never cried our souls that the war took No panic. pretend you'll get your bullet later (down behind your back) Grab your rifle, run the trenches with an M-5 grenade on chest And scare them mother****ers, let them bitches know - you're undead

Heard behind your back "Roger that" "Roger that" " Behind your back" "Roger that" "Keep going" "See that point behind your back?" "Roger that" "Roger that" "Behind your back" "Keep going"

"Roger that" "Roger that" " Behind your back" "Roger that" "Keep going" "See that point behind your back?" "Roger that" "Roger that" "Behind your back" "Keep going"

Yee, son, this is night of fire What’s your last desire? There is one think i wanna tell you: war is hell I think it’s time to grab your weapon Disregarding ****in death Is no more Why you think about this thing, son?

Goin’ to the nether with a rusty Mosin rifle Never Drop it Down for whatever (night of fire) This is hard shit, night is fallin’ on da field Welcome to Vietnam, my boy It seems you scared a little bit

I got a helmet from that dyin’ soldier (night of fire) I got his name from his iron dog tag My comrade yelling: Let’ start dat ****in dusty engine These victims of da government should be exploded by the tanks

Heard behind your back "Roger that" "Roger that" " Behind your back" "Roger that" "Keep going" "See that point behind your back?" "Roger that" "Roger that" "Behind your back" Told him ****in’ “roger that”

Heard behind your back "Roger that" "Roger that" " Behind your back" "Roger that" "Keep going" "See that point behind your back?" "Roger that" "Roger that" "Behind your back"

Dusty trench, a concrete cage My mind's deranged These visions of the nightmare are like the Devil's plan Deep in my head I ain't no scared cuz feeling mad So Im praying for the day I didn't see the ghosts of friends

But I've dropped all that shit Now Im hunting for the victims My foes are fussing while I creep They made the wrong decision My mision is not to survive But to slice these zombies I'm bout the warshit Before the grave I'll give 'em conflict

Screams echo in the field, a symphony of fear Another bullet's whistle, another mother's wail Iron birds with fiery breath, paintin' death on high Lookin' for a reason why, lookin' for a reason why

Screams echo in the field, a symphony of fear Another bullet's whistle, another mother's wail Iron birds with fiery breath, paintin' death on high Lookin' for a reason why, lookin' for a reason why

“I, a citizen of the great Soviet Union, a loyal son of the heroic Soviet people (will you go to hell?) swear that I will not let go of my arms until the last fascist scum on our land is destroyed (told him ****in’ “Roger that”). For the burned cities and villages, for the death of our children, for the torture, violence and abuse of my people - I swear: I swear to avenge cruelly, mercilessly and relentlessly. Blood for blood, death for death”.

“Roger that” Their land, their blood