I was a soldier sent to Stalingrad a walking shadow through debris corpses and glasses I was a soldier sent to Stalingrad Proserpine’s lips has put her mark Soul shakes, dance of the mortal mist God of death’s tears, flowing deep hands are stained by the blood’s beast bullets, other nails of Jesus wrists cold is violent, guides us to sleep sleeping valley with no dreams Ghosts can’t see the sun of men and we marched like ’em on this fallen land cold shrouds, seen through eyes of old dying men, emptiest sky received the machine gun’s prayer.
We are knights of purifier fire we sheer the apocalypse we only need more pyres we deliver mother death. let’s march, eating snow and terror weapons in our shoulders, messengers of sorrow red star, red flag, red star, ‘til the days of fire weapons in our right hand, ‘til the judgement day comes
It’s for the smile of a child that we die? it’s for that flag that we wanted high in this stranger sky? if you believe to trade the blood for the ground death always wins with his dice the cannons sing and the snow trembles and once again eternal night