Caravan of the Dead

Here we are walking tortured and starved
Guided by words full of hate and disgust
But our eyes remain empty and dry
No years to shed left - it's time to die

The holocaust in our hearts and the damages done to our souls
Too weak to cry out the pain, no words to describe all the shame
The deafness in our legs and the taste the blood in our lungs
Step by step closer to death
We keep on fighting until the last breath

Wе keep on marching
Caravan of the dead
We keep on marching
Caravan of thе dead

Although the beloved ones pave our way
A small flame of hope doesn't lead us astray
The time will come when we will arise
From the bloody ashes of oppression

We keep on marching
Caravan of the dead
We keep on marching
Caravan of the dead
Here we bleed here we die
Marching in the caravan
Here we fight to survive
And to resist the pain