Early morning Call the roll From the barracks In the cold Weary faces Tired men All prepare to Leave the camp
Growling watchdogs Snarling guards Resignated Off they marched Snow starts falling Severe frost Hostile country Hope seems lost Silent ribbon Shuffling feet Drink icicles Nothing to eat
Sleep whilst morning With open eys From the bitches The frozen cry
Column breaking Exhaustion Comrades crawling Starvation Forgotten chapter Tragic night On this route Many died