this is the story of a lifetime of apathetic nursery rhymes and snowy winter frostbite

the story that was never meant to be, heard saw or seen any way or any how, the story of Moscow

(NO CLUE) that could make God shive, held their grip on the continent, unrelentingly daunting

and but the soul gone astray from the hatred of the world around it was brought to life in Moscow, in Moscow

but who are we to disagree, with the laws and the logic of those we trust well look around you and hear the sound of the siren that can save you from not giving a damn

too much he cried a valiant plea for justice, for just this once a fair chance to live freely but this monster the icy grip of nature held strong against rebellion and he died in vain in Moscow, in Moscow

but who are we to disagree, with the laws and the logic of those we trust well look around you and hear the sound of the siren that can save you from not giving a damn

hold me, choke me, lead me Moscow
strangle me, love me, blind me Moscow
freeze me, starve me, kill me Moscow
hold me, choke me, bleed me Moscow
strangle me, love me, blind me Moscow
freeze me, starve me, kill me Moscow

and so ends the life of a hero who fought against his homeland who quickly struck him down, so is the story of Moscow the city of lies and silent vows

the great city of Moscow, of Moscow