Slumber deep and cold The skull upon the shoulder Closed eyes, a guest of wind No one cries!
Snow falls, ice rains The body numb and hard There's a flower in his hand From home, fatherland
Stählern ist das Kreuz das seinen Körper schmückt Er bricht den Wind zur Erde gedrückt Hebt den Arm dem Sturm entgegen Front Angel - Macht heisst leben
Where is future, where is past Cursed to die at last Into foreign lands they fell Deaf ears listen to the death bell