Okhrana Lyrics

Apparatus of the golden empire
your gears greased with the subjects blood
protest - upon the ground
the defensive born of the third section

to the hangman
to the priest
gravediggers having
dug and filled

to the informers
for their pains
rubles for
honest work

infiltration of militant seats
liquidation
zubatovschina
bloody sunday
labyrinth of wills already broken
collaboration, denunciation
immobilized by
distrust and fear

hour after hour
day by day
the eyes of
the okhrana

dynasty now resting weary
on the inertia of 300 years
bloated with self interest falls
to the bloody pulsations of history

blood was shared
with the earth
whence it came
a neccessity
for the glory of the new state

offering themselves for execution
the mightly walls of the winter palace
tools of reaction, repression
fallen to the hands of a
provisional state

yet again history shudders
and the state falls
tools of reaction intact
to serve the new regime

documentation
liquidation
swift management
of perceived threats

gulags glutted now
by the bodies
of millions of
counter-revolutionaries

nothing new about
living in these days
nothing new about
dying in these nights

study of
okhrana's files
liquidation of those
perceived a threat

hour after hour
and day by day
the eyes of the cheka

in epic spirit blood is shared
with the earth
whence it came
a necessity for the glory
of this new state

collaboration, denunciation
immobilized by
distrust and fear
labyrinth of wills already broken

macabre progress
industrialization
evolution of pure control
remember the people's victory
a barbarous freedom drunk on tears

nothing new about living
you cannot breathe in this land of ours
nothing new about dying
you cannot live in this land of ours