Is it cold out in red square tonight?
Are the people marching to the fight?
No more nameless souls, lost numbers to hide
Revolution sparks from blood and fear
Take the long coats down their end is near
Brothers words bring years of anger to bear
The day is done I hear
Cities burning, streets all painted black
from the rooftops ashes cover the cracks
crier calls out from the darkness, she's back
The day is done I hear
The Red Lady returns this year