Scorched earth lies behind them
On schedule they are
Accompanied by victory

They came from very far
Drunken of the lootings
Ares on their side

Guides them to disaster
About to turn the tide


Autumn at the Eastern Front
Still they do proceed
Heavy rains are setting in

The attack is loosing speed

Eight miles left to Moscow

Her suburbs now in sight
The 3rd and 4h Panzerarmies
Vainly wait for their supplies

Plod on through the filth
On impassible roads
Hardly making progress

Streets turn in to floads

Winter at the Eastern Front

They do no longer proceed
Heavy cold is setting in
Forcing troops to raise the siege


Stumbling, wading through
The blizzard rage

Advance halts,
Disappears in snow and ice
Iwan laughs,

Welcoming General Winter
White scourges,
Natural mighty allies


Standing ground,
Sharpening frost, minus 40

Frozen oil, silences artillery
Swollen limbs, scorbutics,
Cracking army

Landsers cry, thousands die,
Catastrophy


Awaiting the turning point
Patiently
The Soviets launch their attack

Trying to break through
The German flanks
To encounter them at their backs

Siberians in winter uniform
And well-equipped for the fight
Offensives unleashed

From the North and the South
To cut right through
Their supply lines


Finally the order
Preparing for retreat

The Wehrmacht has to withdraw
Or else will face defeat
Despite all the losses

The Red Army has failed
An impasse at the Eastern Front
And none have prevailed


Sixty miles from Moscow
In winter positions

Exhausted from the war
But the battle rages on