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released 17 July 2013

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Track Name: The Land Speaks
"The dead cannot be dishonored." --- Святослав Игоревич :: Svyatoslav I of Kiev


The Land: Today the world shudders to hear my name, "Stalingrad". They fear what may be the outcome of this latest struggle on my front. But I was not always called so.

Once, I was nameless. Knowing no boundaries, I made welcome all who tread. Within me flowed a rhythm of the grasses, the waters, the animals and the nomad tribes.

Indo-European language was born of the same steppe womb which made me. Also were born armies, conquering in chariots drawn by oxen. To the north, the east, the west and the south, Scyths, Sarmatians and Hunns spread themselves from my confluence.

I, crossroads.

Near me a Queen of the Golden Horde made her palace. On my breast were nurtured Tatars. Their dead built homes in my soil, apartments of bones reaching into the sky. Enduring through centuries, Mamayev Kurgan stands grassy today. Watch tower. Proud. So in death Turkic warriors still serve.

I, cemetery.

Tatars named my neighbors: Sary-Su, the yellow river. Sary-Sin, the yellow island. But Tatars threatened Russia and inspired the building of a fortress on my yellow island. This fortress, Tsaritsyn, gave me my first name. And I became a gate; no one must pass me unless Russia willed it so.

I, Tsaritsyn. I, Russian.

Through flood, through fire I remained. In the struggles for possession I remained. Under Cossacks, Tatars, and Russians I remained. Through Civil War I remained.

Names shadow my streets. Ivan, Peter, Pugachev, Razin, Bulavin, Stalin. Tsars, Whites, Reds, Soviets. As my buildings and population grew so did my usefulness. A hub of industry and trade, for the Revolution I was a mighty prize. After the Reds won me I received the Order of the Red Banner. In honor of the Red leader Stalin, I am now known as Stalingrad.

I, Stalingrad. I, Russian. I, soldier.

When the Great Patriotic War began my factories were turned to the making of armaments. And now the eye of the German fascist is turned to my possession. A wealth of land and water stretch forth from me, tempting all men with the powers of conquest and trade. My yellow river carries Russia's lifeblood. To claim me is to claim these powers.

I, crossroads. I, gate.

It is August 22, 1942. Tomorrow the bombing begins.

I am Russian. I am soldier. I am ready.
Track Name: Песнь просыпающегося города :: SONG OF THE WAKING CITY
Child: Are the enemy approaching?

The Land: Yes, child. Today, August 22nd 1942, they will begin their attack.

Child: Will we survive?

The Land: As peoples who have occupied me did before, you will defend me. And I will defend the fathers, the mothers, and you children. I too am Russian. I belong to you now. Together, we will rise against this enemy. My soil will drink Nazi blood. We will show no mercy to the invader. Together as a land and as a people we shall fight to the last to destroy this infection. They may do what they will, but our opposition will not falter. We shall stand together. Not one step back. Not one step back!
Track Name: ЛОЖЬ ВО СПАСЕНИЕ :: WHITE LIE
THEY COME AS WATER THAT SOAKS THROUGH SILENTLY
A GLEAM AMONG THE BRANCHES
A SUNDERED TREE
WHERE ONCE WAS NARROW
A FLOOD PLAIN SWOLLEN WIDE
WHERE STEALTH AVENGES GREED, THE SLOW RED TIDE
LIES GATHER LIKE FLIES
LIGHT EYES TRAINED ON THEIR PRIZE
WHITE LIES WHERE THE BLOOD DRIES
WHITE LIES GATHER LIKE FLIES
A SYSTEM BROKEN BY MASS INSANITY
A CRAZED RESOLVE FOR TOTAL SUPREMACY
SUCH BLIGHTED WISDOM ROOTED IN SOPHISTRY
FROM HEARTS IN DARKNESS CRIES A BOUNDLESS NEED
LIVES SQUANDERED UNPRIZED
BRIGHT EYES DARKENED INSIDE
WHITE LIES GATHER LIKE FLIES
WHITE LIES WHERE THE BLOOD DRIES


The Land: My winter is coming to steal fingers. Noses. Feet. Lives. As my snow falls it buries the dead.

My citizens, and yours, huddle together in terrible conflict. The milk of war is blood. The meat of war is loss.

For the stomach there is no milk, no meat. Hunger burns like fire, presses like the heaviest stone. You invaders have come to bring siege but the siege is upon you as well.

The shadow of death respects no insignia.

But my people will not fail.
Track Name: Боритесь, чтобы жить свободно :: FIGHT HARD LIVE FREE
MARCH WITH US INTO THE COLD
YOU'LL NEVER GROW OLD
ONCE WE POSSESS YOU
SEEK THIS PATH THAT YOU MADE
EACH SOUL THAT YOU SLAY
WILL COME TO REDRESS YOU
MARCH WITH US INTO THE COLD
YOU'LL NEVER GROW OLD, WE'LL NEVER LET YOU
SINK! INTO THE ABYSS
THE MORE YOU RESIST
THE DEEPER WE PRESS YOU
RISE
YOUR SHADOWS WILL RIDE
IN MARROW AND HIDE WE COME TO CONFESS YOU
TEAR THE SEALS FROM YOUR EYES
THESE ONES YOU DESPISE WILL COME TO COLLECT YOU
RISE!
YOUR SHADOWS WILL RIDE IN MARROW AND HIDE
WE COME TO POSSESS YOU
TEAR THE SEALS FROM YOUR EYES
HATE NEVER DIES
WE'LL NEVER LET YOU PREVAIL
FIGHT HARD LIVE FREE
FIGHT HARD LIVE FREE
FIGHT HARD LIVE FREE
FIGHT HARD LIVE FREE
FIGHT HARD LIVE FREE
FIGHT HARD LIVE FREE
FIGHT HARD LIVE FREE
FIGHT HARD LIVE FREE
FIGHT HARD LIVE FREE
FIGHT HARD LIVE FREE
FIGHT HARD
LIVE FREE
FIGHT HARD
LIVE FREE
FIGHT HARD
LIVE FREE
FIGHT HARD
LIVE FREE
FIGHT HARD LIVE FREE
FIGHT HARD LIVE FREE
Track Name: Ни шагу назад! :: NOT A STEP BACK
Ни шагу назад
Ни шагу назад
FROM THE FORTRESS ONCE CALLED TSARITSYN
LOST TO WHITE ARMIES BUT REGAINED BY COMMAND OF COMRADE STALIN, HERO OF THE SOVIET UNION
WE STAND AT THE END OF ALL WAR
STANDING EVEN WHILE WE CRAWL BELOW RUINS WHERE OUR ANCESTORS PRAYED
WE HAVE NO CHOICE BUT FIGHT
WE HAVE NO CHANCE TO RETREAT
THERE IS ONLY VICTORY OR DEATH
NOT A STEP BACK
NOT A STEP BACK
Ни шагу назад
Ни шагу назад
WHEN THE BOMBS CAME AND DESTROYED OUR CITY
WE HAD ALREADY LOST
BUT ALL WHO LIVED STAYED TO FIGHT
AND ALL WHO COULD CAME TO JOIN
TO DRIVE THE WOLVES FROM OUR GATE
OUR HARES IN HIDING SEALED THEIR FATE
BROKE THEM LIKE STICKS
NEVER TO CEDE MAMAYEV KURGAN
TO DEFEND OTHER CITIES OTHER HOMES
NOT A STEP BACK
NOT A STEP BACK
Ни шагу назад
Ни шагу назад
Ни шагу назад
Ни шагу назад
Track Name: Дом Павлова :: PAVLOV'S HOUSE
RIOT OF FLAME
SHOT
BY ANYTHING
YOU'RE TRYING TO BLOCK A HAMMER
YOU SHOT FRESHLY DOWN
RIOT OF FLAME
BLOOD LIES ON YOUR NAME
YOU'RE NEVER DOWN UNDER
YOUR TINDER GONE UNDER, MY EYE ON THE LANE
LIES
LIES ON YOUR FRAME
TAKE OUT MY AMMO
TAKE OUT MY BELAY
DRY UP YOUR FACE
DIE
DIVE ON YOUR FACE
YOUR GAUNTLET HOUSE
PAVLOV'S HOUSE
Track Name: ПОЗОР :: SHAME
YOU ARE THE SHAME
OF THE PANZER WAFFE
YOU SHOT CORPS LEADERS DOWN
JUST LIKE THEY WERE CLAY
YOU SHOT CARRIERS DOWN
YOU KEPT THEM AT BAY
YOU HELD YOUR BUFFER ZONE
AIRFIELD GUMRAK ... BEYOND THE GRAVE
YOU SHOT FOUR HUNDRED ROUNDS
CUT THROUGH
YOU SHOT FOUR HUNDRED ROUNDS
SO BRAVELY
YOU GOT NOTHING TO PROTECT BACK HOME
YOU GOT NOTHING
YOU GOT NOTHING TO PROTECT BACK HOME
YOU GOT NOTHING
PATIENCE, PATIENCE
YOU'RE NOT A MOTHER NOW
PATIENCE, PATIENCE
IT'S JUST CLAY
YOU SHOT THEM BRAVE
(BEYOND THE)
DO NOT GRUDGE YOUR FORTUNE
YOU GOT NOTHING TO LOSE
THERE WILL BE NO FUTURE IF
YOU GOT NOTHING
YOU GOT NOTHING:
PATIENCE, PATIENCE
YOU SHOT ANOTHER DOWN
THEY CAN'T STAY IN OUR CITY
THAT'S ALL RIGHT
YOU SHOT FREE
YOU ARE THE SHAME OF THE PANZER WAFFE
YOU SHOT THE FUCKERS DOWN
BRAVELY
BRAVE WARRIOR
YOU SHOT THEM DOWN
Track Name: Сибирь :: SIBERIA
LEFT CALIFORNIA FOR THE LAND OF MY BIRTH
SIBERIA IS LIKE A BRIDGE, LIKE A BRIDGE
YEAH
IT'S CALIBRATED WITH THE CURVE OF THE EARTH
SIBERIA
IT'S JUST A BRIDGE JUST A BRIDGE
YEAH
RUSSIA
MY LAND CALLS
RUSSIA MY HOME
RUSSIA
MY HOME CALLS
I'LL WALK, I'LL WALK
Track Name: Волк (Скорбящая мать) :: WOLF (GRIEVING MOTHER)
THIS BULLET RIPPED RIGHT THROUGH YOUR SKULL
THE CRYING TRYING
ONE THOUSAND TIMES THE CRYING TRYING
BOTH DYING TRYING
IN THE LAND OF YOUR CONFESSOR
DON'T CALL IT A RESTLESS HEART
ONE HUNDRED PERCENT AGGRESSOR
DON'T CALL IT A USELESS FIGHT
WOLF SWALLOW TAIL
WOLF SWALLOW TAIL
WOLF SWALLOW TAIL
WOLF SWALLOW TAIL
THE REVOLUTION CALLED YOU
DON'T CALL IT A USELESS FIGHT
ONE THOUSAND PERCENT APOLLO
THRALDOM OF A RESTLESS LIFE
WOLF SWALLOW TAIL
WOLF SWALLOW TAIL
WOLF SWALLOW TAIL
WOLF SWALLOW TAIL
LEGENDS WASH AWAY
LEGENDS, THEY WASH AWAY
LEGENDS, THEY WASH
AWAY
LEGENDS, THEY WASH
AWAY
LEGENDS THEY WASH AWAY
LEGENDS THEY WASH AWAY
LEGENDS
WASH
AWAY
LEGENDS
THEY WASH
AWAY
Track Name: Эволюция I: Кочевники :: EVOLUTION I: NOMADS
WITH THE GRASS WE GROW
WITH THE WINDS WE GO
WITH THE SUN WE RISE
HE WHO MEETS US DIES
DIE!
IF YOU HOLD WHAT WE SEEK
DIE!
IF YOU MENACE LAND WE PROTECT
TAKE HEED, WE ARE WILD AS SKY WARRIORS
TAKE HEED, LANDS WE PLEDGED TO KEEP SHALL BE OURS
WITH THE HERD WE RIDE
CHILDREN AT OUR SIDE
WITH THE SEASONS RANGE
RULE THE ENDLESS PLAINS
WITH THE GRASS WE GROW
WITH THE WINDS WE KNOW
WITH THE LEAVES WE BEND
IN THE GROUND WE'LL END
WITH THE GRASS WE GROW (DIE! WITH OUR HANDS AT YOUR THROAT)
WITH THE WINDS WE GO (DIE! WITH OUR KNIVES IN YOUR HEART)
WITH THE SUN WE RISE (DIE! WITH OUR SOIL AT OUR FEET)
HE WHO MEETS US DIES (DIE! WARRIOR WILD OCEAN FREE)
Track Name: Эволюция II: Родина-мать зовет! :: EVOLUTION II: SOVIET MOTHERLAND CALLS
Родина-мать зовет
Родина-мать зовет
Родина-мать зовет
Родина-мать зовет
FROM THE TOMB OF TATARS HIGH ABOVE OUR ROAD
LADY MAD WITH BLOOD AND GLORY IN HER EYES
STANDS THREE HUNDRED FEET WITH SWORD OF VOLGA STEEL
CHALLENGING THE GLOAMING SKY
ROAM HER ENDLESS STREETS OF SUMMER WAVING HEAT
PAVEMENTS SOFTENED GROPE THROUGH YELLOW LAND
DRIVE THROUGH WIDE CREVASSE IN TENEMENT RELIEF
PRESS PRECIOUS COLD DRINK TO YOUR HAND
Родина-мать зовет
Родина-мать зовет
IN THE SOFTEST SILENT CORRIDORS OF NIGHT
WHERE THE HOUSES CLING TO YELLOW SAND
BABIES SLEEPING IN THE BELLIES OF THEIR LIGHT
DOGS LIE RESTLESS WITH THE DAMNED
Track Name: заградительные отряды :: BARRIER TROOPS
YOU COULD HAVE FOUGHT THEM BACK SON
YOU'VE TOOK THE LAST BITE OF MY TONGUE
YOU'RE GONE, GEORGIAN!
YOU'VE CAUGHT THE LAST DOUBT
LOST YOUR MARK
YOU COULD HAVE FOUGHT 'EM
WHY NOT SHOOT YOU? ...FIGHT YOURSELF!
MOLOTOV COCKTAIL
YOU'VE GOT THE RIGHT TO LOSE THE FIGHT
OR GET SHOT BY ME!
Track Name: Новая могила :: THE NEW GRAVE
LAID A GOOD GIRL TO REST
INTO THE EARTH
AND SHE WILL GO
NO, SUPPOSED TO BE YOU
BEEN TO THE EDGE
INTO THE EARTH
LAID MY SISTER TO REST
INTO THE EARTH AND SHE WILL GO
NO
NO APOLOGY NOW
WE DON'T KNOW HOW
INTO THE EARTH
WHITE LIGHT UNDERGROUND
WHITE NIGHT DARK MOUND
WHITE LIGHT UNDERGROUND
WHITE NIGHT DARK TOWN
WHITE NIGHT UNDERGROUND
WHITE LIGHT DARK MOUND
WHITE LIGHT UNDERGROUND
WHITE NIGHT DARK TOWN
Track Name: Королева - оленьи рожки :: QUEEN OF ANTLERS
NO WORDS, PURE HEART.
NO HEART, PURE HATE.
NO HATE, PURE KILL.
NO WORDS, JUST SPILL.
I LOST MY HOME.
NOWHERE TO GO.
I LOST MY SOUL.
MY BLOOD IS COLD.
I'LL GIRD MY LOINS NOW
I'LL DRESS IN SKINS.
PICK UP MY GUNS NOW
FIGHT TO THE END.
QUEEN OF THE ANTLERS TONIGHT
BRONZE HANDED MASTER OF FLIGHT.
BRINGING THE BATTLE TO LIGHT
QUEEN OF THE ANTLERS TONIGHT.
I CLOSE MY MOUTH ON MUD AND VINES
MY HAIR GROWS SNAKES.
MY TEETH BUILD SHRINES.
QUEEN OF THE ANTLERS TONIGHT
BRONZE HANDED MASTER OF FLIGHT.
BRINGING THE BATTLE TO LIGHT
QUEEN OF THE ANTLERS TONIGHT.
QUEEN OF THE ANTLERS TONIGHT
BRONZE HANDED MASTER OF FLIGHT.
BRINGING THE BATTLE TO LIGHT
QUEEN OF THE ANTLERS TONIGHT.
MY WILL IS YOUR TOMB
I KNOW NO DOUBT
THIS WOOD IS MY WOMB
AND I'LL CUT YOU OUT.
I'LL CUT YOU OUT
I'LL CUT YOU OUT
I'LL CUT YOU OUT
I'LL CUT YOU OUT
I'LL CUT YOU OUT
I'LL CUT YOU OUT
I'LL CUT YOU OUT
I'LL CUT YOU OUT
I'LL CUT YOU OUT
I'LL CUT YOU OUT
I'LL CUT YOU OUT
I'LL CUT YOU OUT
I'LL CUT YOU OUT
I'LL CUT YOU OUT
Track Name: Patriotic Song
Когда в садах цвела сирень,
Окончилась война,
И наступил победный день
И мирная весна.

Салютом праздничным весна
Вернулась в город наш.
О том, что кончилась война,
Играл победный марш.
Track Name: эпилог :: EPILOGUE
It is now 2013.

The scars from my battles of old have almost faded. Great memorials have been placed on my hills recalling the days when I was fought for.

In 1961 my name was changed once more. I am called 'Volgograd' after the river that brought so many to my shores.

Some of my citizens miss the old name, 'Stalingrad', for it is the name their grandfathers, grandmothers and parents fought for. Some miss the communist government and the standards that were set by the old regime. Others are happy with new freedoms allowed under the Russia of this modern age.

Whether rich or poor, progressive or traditional they are still my people. Through their daily struggles and successes, I rest. For now I may sleep in the sunshine. But I am vigilant. I am ready always to strike should the next invader threaten my children.

Not one step back!

I, soldier. I, mother. I, Russian. I, Volgograd: I am content.