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On my way to Siberia

The train, breathes.

In my fist an iron cross

It bleeds, my scars.

All those eyes, they turn away

Like reading the fate

The darkened sight of endless land

Like a path to howl.

Underneath sweet walls of trust

Covered by words of rust

Twenty thousand breaths away

I see the home of ours

Fall apart to the gates of lost.

On my way to Siberia

I sleep

And the train passes the dark…

I sleep.