On this forsaken morning Through the murky foggy air The forest moaning of agony A heavy stench of despair A twist of violent mangling Has grabbed my visceral soul Has leached into my arteries And disfigured my entity Through the path of skeleton dirt On the soil of human tears Revealed was the mass grave I lay in The executionary wrist upheld Brother, let the raven take you away While our corpses rot in the ditch of Katyn Cursed soil, bottomless pit of torment Hungry and thirsty for flesh Cursed in blood, under the wings of the raven Take me away My ghost one with the mountain