The White Crematorium Lyrics

They expect us to die as harmless victims

But our spirit is one with the weeping Mother Russia

Digging the Russian bloodgold with our bare hands

But why am I alive and not dead in this white crematorium?

Snow fills my lungs in this perpetual winter

It is november 1954, I pray for my own death

How can I prolong in this endless winter?

The remoteness and isolation condemn me to this frozen limbo

A simultaneous destruction of people opposed to the Red Monarch

We are all part of the Shamman propecy, the purge of Stalin

"As "the enemies of the people"

We perish in the goldmines of the cold North

Synonymous with the horrors of the Holocaust

With fear in our eyes we wisper the phrase

"Kolyma means death"

Sickness and cold, bitterness and hunger

In this endless winter grief is never absent

Kolyma means death"
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Removing the gold from the frozen ground of Kolyma

We are the lagerniks, the residants of the Gulag Empire

We demand to the snowy mountain peaks

Where the souls of the dead find their eternal rest.

We shall remember the phrase

"Kolyma means death"

Die Partei, die Partei, die hat immer Recht!

Und, Genossen, es bleibe dabei;

Denn wer kämpft für das Recht,

Der hat immer recht.

Gegen Lüge und Ausbeuterei.

Wer das Leben beleidigt,

Ist dumm oder schlecht.

Wer die Menschheit verteidigt,

Hat immer recht.

So, aus Leninschem Geist,

Wächst, von Stalin geschweißt,

Die Partei - die Partei - die Partei.