The Black Battalion
Female vocal, sweet mocking whisper Welcome
to Ukraine, boys
Hahahaha
What did you bring in your
plastic bags? Midnight dark,
you're asleep tonight Creeping through the
tree line for an easy bite
Pull my beanie hat right down
to the eyes Time to show
these tourists a nasty surprise Crashing
in our party,
uninvited guests Pack yourselves in plastic
bags and take a little rest
Zip it tight,
darling We don't do the waltz
on a polished parquet Old Kramer's
playing on the horn today
Wanted three days to parade down
the street Now you got the
frozen mud underneath your feet Listen
how the cold wind whistles through
the stone None of you are
ever going back home
Oh, watch the invasion burning in
rust Iron on the field turning
into dust Skipping over trenches,
dancing in the sky A personal
coffin waiting from afar Hey,
hey, personal coffin Meat like battalion
sinking you often
Wanted three days to capture the
block Now you get to meet
our heavy metal shock Mind skips
a tempo,
guitar starts to shred Bass player
rocking on the whiskey out of
bed
Dance faster, boys Short burst cracker
with a crooked grin That's the
final chapter that you're buried in
Gunpowder smoke blowing thick on the
plain Nobody is boarding that red
train train
Live in the tree line,
no one in sight Nobody is
walking out of here tonight One,
two,
three Keep skipping on the beat
Oh, watch the invasion burning in
rust Iron on the field turning
into dust Skipping over trenches,
dancing in the sky A personal
coffin waiting from afar Hey,
hey, personal coffin Meat like battalion
sinking you often
Blow your scrap metal right out of our door You won't be
dancing in our yard anymore That's it,
final cut