After the Nazis we were baited by the Russian bear
Our "liberators" wanted Poland for a thoroughfare
I was a victim of December 1981
I took a final beating from the blunt end of a Russian gun
You plant your missiles while our people wait in line for bread
You hang an army tank above us by a bloody thread
You bought our government they crawl like bleating sheep to you
We know from history that human life is cheap to you
Over my dead body
Redemption draweth nigh
Over my dead body
I hear a battle cry
Try and blow out the fire
You're fanning the flames
We're gonna rise up from the ashes
'Til we're ashes again
You make a mockery of all that we hold sacred here
You drive us underground in hopes that we will disappear
We seek our sanctuary where the altar candle burns
Our dignity's a legacy the cross of Jesus reaffirms
After the Nazis we were baited by the Russian bear
Our "liberators" wanted Poland for a thoroughfare
Rise up my brothers don't despair the Iron Curtain's rod
Someday we'll draw the string assisted by the hand of God
I was a victim of December 1981
I took a final beating from the blunt end of a Russian gun
You made a memory, the memory will multiply
You may kill the body but the spirit, it will never die
Our "liberators" wanted Poland for a thoroughfare
I was a victim of December 1981
I took a final beating from the blunt end of a Russian gun
You plant your missiles while our people wait in line for bread
You hang an army tank above us by a bloody thread
You bought our government they crawl like bleating sheep to you
We know from history that human life is cheap to you
Over my dead body
Redemption draweth nigh
Over my dead body
I hear a battle cry
Try and blow out the fire
You're fanning the flames
We're gonna rise up from the ashes
'Til we're ashes again
You make a mockery of all that we hold sacred here
You drive us underground in hopes that we will disappear
We seek our sanctuary where the altar candle burns
Our dignity's a legacy the cross of Jesus reaffirms
After the Nazis we were baited by the Russian bear
Our "liberators" wanted Poland for a thoroughfare
Rise up my brothers don't despair the Iron Curtain's rod
Someday we'll draw the string assisted by the hand of God
I was a victim of December 1981
I took a final beating from the blunt end of a Russian gun
You made a memory, the memory will multiply
You may kill the body but the spirit, it will never die
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Canzone dedicata a Grzegorz Przemyk, giovane diciannovenne polacco ucciso dalla "Milicija" nel 1983 in seguito alla stretta autoritaria decisa dal generale Jaruzelski.