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Tallin, fallen
We're sailing to go home
War's coming, war's taking
Alone across the Baltic haze
Nobody loses hope
But we were feeling forgotten
Just breathing our death
Across the sea, you lead us
and ease the fears
Kutznetzov, the preacher
No light behind his back
The voice is trembling, no hiding
The end is moving fast
Tallin, fallen
We are leaning all behind
Remember those boatmen
The ghost-men chant, from Volga
Lost in the shadow
When pride is going to die
Inside an ancient rhyme
Ghosts from the Volga's tale
Lonely, the memories are lost
A pathway to nowhere
Stranded, the livid of my soul
Stranded, is claiming all my life
Fate, you take me down, into your dome
Straight into your great decay
Straight into your great mistake
From the boatmen, from the Volga's cry
Step by step and a step again
Fear is my great surrender
The ghost-man chant, from Volga, lost in the shadow
Ghosts from the Volga's tale
When pride is going to die inside an ancient rhyme
Ghosts of the boatmen.
Dark Lunacy
Aurora
Aurora
Tallin, fallen
We're sailing to go home
War's coming, war's taking
Alone across the Baltic haze
Nobody loses hope
But we were feeling forgotten
Just breathing our death
Across the sea, you lead us
and ease the fears
Kutznetzov, the preacher
No light behind his back
The voice is trembling, no hiding
The end is moving fast
Tallin, fallen
We are leaning all behind
Remember those boatmen
The ghost-men chant, from Volga
Lost in the shadow
When pride is going to die
Inside an ancient rhyme
Ghosts from the Volga's tale
Lonely, the memories are lost
A pathway to nowhere
Stranded, the livid of my soul
Stranded, is claiming all my life
Fate, you take me down, into your dome
Straight into your great decay
Straight into your great mistake
From the boatmen, from the Volga's cry
Step by step and a step again
Fear is my great surrender
The ghost-man chant, from Volga, lost in the shadow
Ghosts from the Volga's tale
When pride is going to die inside an ancient rhyme
Ghosts of the boatmen.
