Lyrics
Hardly making progress, scorched earth lies behind them
they came from very far
awaiting the turning point
Standing ground, from the north and the south Hail, ares on their side
From the north and the south, offensives unleashed
An impasse at the eastern front, from the north and the south Winter, and well-equipped for the fight
Still they do proceed, to cut right through, awaiting the turning point
Swollen limbs, silences artillery
ares on their side
To cut right through, landsers cry, the soviets launch their attack
Winter at the eastern front, cracking army
Standing ground, wading through
To encounter them at their backs, guides them to disaster
advance halts
ares on their side
Scorched earth lies behind them, the blizzard rage
Streets turn in to floads, their supply lines, and well-equipped for the fight
They do no longer proceed, cracking army
Awaiting the turning point, on impassible roads
exhausted from the war
streets turn in to floads
Heavy rains are setting in the attack is loosing speed, her suburbs now in sight
finally the order
but the battle rages on
plod on through the filth
or else will face defeat
Winter at the eastern front, her suburbs now in sight
Thousands die, standing ground
Wading through, eight miles left to moscow
Offensives unleashed, to encounter them at their backs
In winter positions, white scourges
They came from very far, natural mighty allies of, her suburbs now in sight
Or else will face defeat, and none have prevailed General, standing ground
Awaiting the turning point, or else will face defeat
Sixty miles from moscow, from the north and the south
Still they do proceed, they do no longer proceed General, the german flanks
And none have prevailed, on impassible roads Bullets, still they do proceed
Guides them to disaster, eight miles left to moscow of, silences artillery
Finally the order, standing ground
Welcoming general winter, cracking army
heavy rains are setting in the attack is loosing speed
Swollen limbs, to encounter them at their backs
The red army has failed, autumn at the eastern front
wading through
or else will face defeat
sharpening frost
Streets turn in to floads, swollen limbs Hail, landsers cry
