Lyrics
[Instrumental intro]
Underneath the moon's pale light, where shadows reign,
There's a feline warrior with eyes aflame.
Born in the cold, trained to the bone,
A Soviet legend, never to be tamed.
With claws like daggers, and fur like steel,
This cat prowls the darkness, a silent wheel.
Underneath the moon's pale light,
It stalks its prey, a deadly sight.
(Chorus)
The Iron Curtain falls on this supreme creature,
A guardian of secrets, a Soviet feature.
With stealth and grace, it hunts in the night,
A weapon of power, cloaked in fur so bright.
(Verse 2)
From Moscow's streets to distant lands,
This cat serves the Union with steadfast hands.
Through whispers in the alleys and tales untold,
Its legend grows, a story of old.
Trained in the art of silent death,
It moves unseen, with every breath.
Enemies tremble at its sight,
For they know their end is nigh.
(Chorus)
The Iron Curtain falls on this supreme creature,
A guardian of secrets, a Soviet feature.
With stealth and grace, it hunts in the night,
A weapon of power, cloaked in fur so bright.
(Bridge)
Behind the veil of secrecy, a plan unfolds,
To harness the might that this creature holds.
The Iron Curtain, a shield so strong,
To protect the cat, against all wrong.
(Verse 1)
In the heart of the Soviet might,
A potion brewed in shadows of night,
Whispers of its power spread like flame,
Granting strength to those who'd stake their claim.
Orders from high, the elixir flowed,
Through the veins of soldiers, its secrets showed,
Their foes trembled at the beastly sight,
As Soviet warriors rose to fight.
(Chorus)
Beneath the moon's cold, piercing glare,
The potion's curse, they were unaware,
Into the fray, they charged with pride,
Not knowing the darkness lurking inside.
(Verse 1)
In the heart of the Soviet might,
A potion brewed in shadows of night,
Whispers of its power spread like flame,
Granting strength to those who'd stake their claim.
Orders from high, the elixir flowed,
Through the veins of soldiers, its secrets showed,
Their foes trembled at the beastly sight,
As Soviet warriors rose to fight.
(Chorus)
Beneath the moon's cold, piercing glare,
The potion's curse, they were unaware,
Into the fray, they charged with pride,
Not knowing the darkness lurking inside.
(Verse 2)
On fields of battle, they wrought their might,
With fury fueled by the potion's bite,
Enemies fell like wheat to the scythe,
As the Soviets reveled in their strife.
But in the shadows, a secret lay,
Two weeks' time, it would have its say,
From within, the potion's grip tightened,
As the soldiers' fate slowly heightened.
(Chorus)
Beneath the moon's cold, piercing glare,
The potion's curse, they were unaware,
Into the fray, they charged with pride,
Not knowing the darkness lurking inside.
(Bridge)
The halls of power shook with dread,
As whispers of doom filled hearts with lead,
Frantic efforts to stem the tide,
But the potion's curse, none could abide.
[Guitar solo]
[Guitar solo]
[Instrumental interlude]
(Verse 3)
In the end, it was a bitter cost,
For those who drank from the potion's frost,
Their bodies twisted, their spirits broken,
By the curse that no words had spoken.
(Chorus)
Beneath the moon's cold, piercing glare,
The potion's curse, they were unaware,
Into the fray, they charged with pride,
Not knowing the darkness lurking inside.
(Outro)
In the annals of history, a lesson learned,
Of power seized and dreams overturned,
The Soviet potion, a tale of woe,
Of how ambition led to sorrow's flow.
[Ending]
(Outro)
In the annals of history, a lesson learned,
Of power seized and dreams overturned,
The Soviet potion, a tale of woe,
Of how ambition led to sorrow's flow.
