As the days are passing by,
As the dead are piling high,
No escape and no salvation !
Trenches to explosive holes
Are buried deep beneath their walls
That the charges there
they watched the city fear
Desperation
Desperation
It's a desperate race against the mine,
And the race against time ...
And the winged hussars arrive !
Coming down on mountains side !
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