While the world morbidly watches
The black cloud rise up.
The smoke, the wind will
Take it to the West.
Entering our lungs, this black cloud
Shall be our death.
The curtain is ferrous and red,
And we shall all enjoy the dance of death.
It's inching closer to you,
Oh sickle and hammer.
U shall be painted red,
The world will finally watch,
Your dance of death.
You drive the SUV full throttle,
Till the end of the road.
Without a care, you shall meet your end.
As the blood drops on the Black sea
The tide shall rise and you will drown in it
The world shall watch
Your dance of death.
And the Swan will swim again,
Peacefully in their Lake.
For you will be long gone,
In black smoke.
Oh sickle and hammer,
Shall be buried dead.
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