Stolichnaya Smert - Koldbrann

Crawling through the outskirts of Odessa

As this skirt came on to me

I was strung out from manual labour

She was a bitch with a bandolier

You could tell she had a thing for

Vodka and Destruction

I showed off my piece

And she grabbed me by the horn

Halfway through the bottle

She wanted to go for a ride

Flaska opp på Vold og faens Kaos

Things are going nowhere fast

Stolichnaya Smert

Hotwired a Chaika down by the curb

Pedal to the floor — ready for more

Give me some throttle for this craving

A gramme off of her tits and I am sailing

Militia pigs are on to us

Want to give some beating

Want to see some blood

Crank it up, some good old Tangorodrim

And send some lead the coppers way

Sinner’s haven Tiraspol

No place better to end it all

Snatch another bottle of Stoli

Wreaking havoc into the morning

At noon I took her down by the river

Pulled her under till she stopped to shiver

Another drifter into the stream

But this one will forever pester my dreams

Take another hit to start me up

Med Frådende Hunger

Where I am going no one can follow

Before I disappear

Out of mind, out of sight

Swallowed by the Transnistrian night

Stolichnaya Smert

English

Crawling through the outskirts of Odessa

As this skirt came on to me

I was strung out from manual labour

She was a bitch with a bandolier

You could tell she had a thing for

Vodka and Destruction

I showed off my piece

And she grabbed me by the horn

Halfway through the bottle

She wanted to go for a ride

Bottled up on Violence and fucking Chaos

Things are going nowhere fast

Stoli — Satanic spirit

Turn me into a beast

Stolichnaya Smert

Come on, let’s go to the death

Hotwired a Chaika down by the curb

Pedal to the floor — ready for more

Give me some throttle for this craving

A gramme off of her tits and I am sailing

Militia pigs are on to us

Want to give some beating

Want to see some blood

Crank it up, some good old Tangorodrim

And send some lead the coppers way

Stoli — fuel of the devil

Hammer of hell, turn me into a beast

Sinner’s haven Tiraspol

No place better to end it all

Snatch another bottle of Stoli

Wreaking havoc into the morning

At noon I took her down by the river

Pulled her under till she stopped to shiver

Another drifter into the stream

But this one will forever pester my dreams

Take another hit to start me up

With Frothing Hunger

Where I am going no one can follow

Before I disappear

Out of mind, out of sight

Swallowed by the Transnistrian night

Stolichnaya Smert

Come on, let’s go to the death