A Wormwood Star de World Burns To Death

In The dusty Kiev streets it is deadly fucking grey,
And the voices on the radio all speak of prophesy…

But the wormwood in the air left a bitter taste in my mouth…

So I drink to our legacy, take the poison or starve…
I kiss my love with strontium lips, and then I kiss my ass goodbye

Because it's just like Babi Yar,
It's just like Holodomor,
Again they'll turn our land of dreams
Into a continental boneyard

In The dusty Kiev streets today it is deadly fucking grey…

So I drink to our legacy, take the poison or starve…
I kiss my love with strontium lips, and then I kiss my ass goodbye

Because it's just like Babi Yar,
It's just like Holodomor,
Again they'll turn our land of dreams
Into a continental boneyard