Olkhon (Russian: Ольхо́н, also transliterated as Olchon) is the fourth-largest lake-bound island in the world. It is by far the largest island in Lake Baikal in eastern Siberia, with an area of 730 square kilometres (280 sq mi). Structurally, it acts as the southwestern margin of Academician Ridge. The island measures 71.5 km (44.4 mi) in length and 20.8 km (12.9 mi) in width.
There are two versions regarding the origin of the name of the island and both are derived from the language of the Buryats, the indigenous people of Olkhon. The first is that the island’s name comes from the word oyhon – “woody”, and the second is that it comes from olhan – “dry”. It is still debated which of the two is the actual origin of the name Olkhon as both words describe the island perfectly. Much of the island is still covered by forests and the amount of precipitation is extremely low – about 240 mm per year.
Olkhon has a dramatic combination of terrain and is rich in archaeological landmarks. Steep mountains line its eastern shore, and at 1,276 m (4,186 ft) above sea level, Mount Zhima is the highest point on the island, peaking at 818 m (2,684 ft) above the water level of Lake Baikal. The island is large enough to have its own lakes, and features a combination of taiga, steppe and even a small desert. A deep strait separates the island from the land.
State of condition comatose burn victim
The deaf blind paralyzed blight
Pure decision to end the suffering of those
That cannot win the fight
So what'd you do, so what'd you do
With your god the fat you chewed
And from his silence to your faith infer
To split the hair and watch them suffer
And still, you say "you're playing god" "in the name of god"
"for the love of god" ...goddamn you
Opposition to prolonged life decision
By the man who calls himself right
Holier than thee, you go breaking your creed
Solely perceived on your false insight
chorus
As her eyesight fades
In the dark she'll curse your name
His hearing dissipates
Now in silence he'll curse your name
The man under a bullets reign
They will all curse your name
The child defaced by flame
They will all curse your name
Ryan solo
Time passes and the nation of god refuses time is wasted on a contradicting point
They taste their flexible morality and choke on the bitter reality
Greg solo
Ryan solo
Greg & Ryan
State of affliction derails your conviction
By the man at first who wasn't sold
Your position faces the opposition
Now a victim of your misguided mold
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