Procession Of The Living Dead Lyrics

Procession of the living dead
The fluttering flags, blood-red
You think release is imminent
But Death has launched its manhunt

Hear the cannons of freedom
A column of martyrs overcome
By a bittersweet feeling of relief
This last ordeal will cause much grief

Procession of the living dead
The smallest piece of bread
Hurts like a sharp blade
Not a drop of water to aid
The Siberian cold numbs your limbs
And Death hums its victory hymns

Procession of the living dead
Ash clouds behind, corpses ahead
Carpathian winds running through you
Wandering specter, your lips are blue

Snow burns your mouth and you’re all in
The bones in your feet tear your skin
Companions in misery are falling
You follow steps, keep walking
Your cries sound like a serenade
Under the balcony of the Shade

Procession of the living dead
As far as atrocity has led
You plead with the Shadow
To suffer no more on the morrow

Hear the cannons of freedom
A column of martyrs overcome
By a hopeless feeling of sorrow
Crawling ghosts on the bloodstained snow

There’s no more life, no more hope
Expectations on a slippery slope
Dark butterflies in your head
Ash clouds behind, corpses ahead