Of Bitter Freedom Songtext
von Tankist

Soviet hell, for the sinner and saint a cell
For most who enter, their hungry fate knells
Death and torment
I have endured
I′ve been allured
Run, hide, spite, wrawl, fight the bright nightfall
Bitter freedom
Behind the wire calls
Too vast to fathom

Exhausted, I push against the glow
Moving forwards, but I'm moving slow
Fingers blacken
I wander trails of deaths
And waded breaths


Storm, ice, fright, squall, fight the bright nightfall
Bitter freedom
Behind the wire hurts
Too vast to fathom

Pursue my trails
Passing through doom
You must prevail
Assail death

Confusion, I drop into the snow
I wail forlorn, but my strength is low
Echoes answer
Conundrums in my eyes
Am I free to die

Dread, calm, light, thrall, fight the bright nightfall
Bitter freedom
Behind the wire lurks
Too vast to fathom

Assail death