Fresh from Moscow
Over Volga came to comrades aid
City in despair

Almost crushed by the Führers army

Oh it's colder than hell

Hitler's forces advancing

The sound of the mortars

The music of death
A grand symphony


See your friends fall
Hear them pray to the god your country denies
Every man dies alone

And when your time comes you will know that it's time

Stalin's fortress on fire

Is this madness or hell

The sound of the mortars

The music of death
We're playing the devil's symphony
Our violins are guns

Conducted from hell

Oh Stalingrad

Mratnimiat

Are you playing

Do you follow the conductors lead
No one knows you
No one cares about a single violin


Play the score of damned
Know the devil within


The sound of the mortars
The music of death

We're playing the devil's symphony
Our violins are guns
Conducted from hell