Typhus - Dyatlov Pass

Sense of death, constant weakening of breath
Group of nine, witnessed lethal light
Physical freeze, helpless, immobilized
Smell of flesh, over mysterious deaths
Fog of unknown, over some guilty events
Innocent lives, received the burning blow
Postmortem exams, never to show

Confront, martial forced control
Nuclear abuse, just theories?

Cadaver with melted eyes,
concleaed and forgotten by the Soviet lies
Suffered extreme radiation,
unwelcome thorn it the military oppression

Clear enough, dragged in a cold epitaph
Remnants of war, echoes of shivering roar
Testified, fatal and burning bright
a purpose they served, they'll never know why
Secrecy, buried the crime in mud
Justice is blind, still washing her hands
Group of nine, now in the morgue they lie
They passed, the end of the line

Life absorbing, tested tools of demise
Spheres of lightning rise,
trapped on thin ice, dead in vein