A part of me has died before I was even born. Stung by the frost in a cold winter storm. Destined to doom in a land so cold and grim. Will I die trying to win?
Armies before them have come and they've failed. Defeated by the frost, the snow, and the hail. Bogged in the mud, paralyzed by the rain. Frozen bodies are covered the plains... of the Russian winter
For days and nights the snow kept on falling. It was our endurance against natures calling. Feeling so cold and so tired. Will we ever find the fire?
So many dreams lay shattered in the cold. Many good men fell for the pride they behold. Mothers and fathers and children cried. Knowing that their heroes all died... in the Russian winter