Silhouettes of soldiers emerge from the fog of the swamps. They guard the boundaries of their cemetery, and no one will violate them. And if the enemy's boots ever set foot on their native soil, their sons will drown them in the stinking mire.
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Silhouettes of soldiers emerge from the fog of the swamps. They guard the boundaries of their cemetery, and no one will violate them. And if the enemy's boots ever set foot on their native soil, their sons will drown them in the stinking mire.
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Volkaja zaslona (Original Mix)
A-BELL