Lyrics: World Burns To Death. The Graveyard Of Utopia. The Red Locusts.

The black earth of Rus? was sown with human bones
And watered with mother?s tears for a harvest of sorrow.
And the children of Rus? paid an awful price
One in three were cut down as the reaper swung his scythe

A swarm of red locusts stripped the field of grain
A quarter ton per corpse shipped out of Ukraine
And the children of Rus? paid an awful price
One in three were cut down as the reaper swung his scythe
The black earth of Rus? was sown with human bones
And watered with mother?s tears for a harvest of sorrow
And the children of Rus? paid an awful price
One in three were cut down as the reaper swung his scythe

A swarm of red locusts brought pestilence and plague
Starvation and death upon the Ukraine
The plans to starve a nation were made at banquet tables
The cruelest irony in the cruelty of koba?
Stalins ?great hunger?
Horrible Holodomor