[BOGDAN]
On the outskirts of the occupation
Of a bitter, beaten nation
Where retaliation's dreamed by everyone

Desperados plan salvation
From their dire situation
By the karma of the gun
That’s how fate gets done
Tides of trouble come
The karma of the gun

On the hills high elevation
Camps of desperados stationed
Loading guns in expectations
Every one

Drinks a bit too much libation
For some old wound or some damnation
And waits for what will come
Scores to be restrung
That's how fate gets done
The karma of the gun

You may ask what agitation
Led them to the abdication
Of the life and social station
They had once
Well, patriotic inclinations
With a grudge induced fixation
On the karma of the gun
That's how fate gets done
Tides of trouble come
The karma of the gun