Through knee deep snow
and howling northern wind
Through blinding darkness

and horizon of ice
Through hundred corpses
and haunting cries

Through battlefield realm
and rivers of blood


Battle will be won
In this night we stand strong


Through fields of sorrow
and the smell of death
Through days of battle

and endless slaughter
Through nights of pain
and counting corpses

Through battlefield realm
and rivers of blood


Battle will be won
In this night we stand strong


In this night
I stride forth
longing for another time