The essence of evil doesn't flow with the savage stream
Nor is it heard in the ringing of a war scream
It silently crawls down your back
Stabs you in the spine and leaves you
Paralyzed!
DIE! (DIE!)
In the blink of an eye!
BOLT! DOWN!
In terror and frenzy you'll
BURN! (BURN!)
Your bid for mercy I'll spurn!
STAMP! OUT!
Blood you will spout!
On the Fields of Katyn
Reigns Beria in unforgivable sin!
On the Fields of Katyn
Fester stale heaps of putrefying skin!
Can you even fathom what wretched man like Beria feels
When he looks down at the decomposing corpses of the masses he's killed?
Not a blink of mercy, hesitation or remorse can be recognized
In his gaze!
DIE! (DIE!)
In the blink of an eye!
BOLT! DOWN!
In terror and frenzy you'll
BURN! (BURN!)
Your bid for mercy I'll spurn!
STAMP! OUT!
Blood you will spout!
On the Fields of Katyn
Reigns Beria in unforgivable sin!
On the Fields of Katyn
Fester stale heaps of putrefying skin!
The essence of evil doesn't flow with the savage stream
Nor is it heard in the ringing of a war scream
Can you fathom what a wretched man like Beria feels
When he looks down at the corpses of the masses he's killed?