Текст песни Sandarmokh - bear mountain

quiet night, holy night, look in the direction of taiga
the camps burn lights,
someone tortured yelling
the dim light from the wind is bursting,
dirty boots stumble,
but in vain, the heart is no longer beating

the torso course of frozen souls
on the frozen - wires
the corpse pit is full, but it's time to get up
time for revenge on yourself
staging death, staging pain,
the echelon is already running
on frozen wires, telegraph poles
the cry of a thousand souls - feel it

on a bear-fire
on a bear-fire