Lyrics At The Gates Of Moscow - Eastern Front

At The Gates Of Moscow

Either side assemble as the ground trembles beneath the weight of armour
Tension frays as increasing power is displayed, we are ready awaiting the
slaughter
Artillery barrages pound on defensive lines
Charging infantry sprayed treading on mines
As Tiger and T-34 lock horns…
Artillery barrages pound on defensive lines
Charging infantry sprayed treading on mines
As Tiger and T-34 lock horns
On Soviet battlefields hellish carnage is born
Stukhas swoop down from a smoke choked sky
Unleashing their bombs there is nowhere to hide
The Soviets entrenched holding their line
In defence of their hero city standing behind
Motivated only by the prospect on an honourable death
Soviet soldiers collapse, machine gun fire renders them lifeless
The commissar pistol in hand, rallies his troops as Stalin commands
Charging head-on into Deaths wide open jaws
The commissar pistol in hand, rallies his troops as Stalin commands
Human life expendable, Cannon fodder for the cause
Upon the morning of December 5th 1941
1.1 million Russian infantry ready themselves for a battle that must be won
600, 000 German infantry stand awaiting
Shell fire turns night to day in a land God has long since forsaken
MGs spitting tracer fire, the Russians fall rank by rank, they fell in their
thousands, forever re-enforced.
Picking up the weaponry of the dead they
advance, a hideous wave of death, rising up from the corpse strewn
battlefields…
MGs spitting tracer fire, the Russians fall rank by rank, they fell in their
thousands, forever re-enforced.
Picking up the weaponry of the dead they
advance, a hideous wave of death, rising up from the corpse strewn battlefields.
Across the corpse strewn battlefields, frozen soldiers lie… Fathers, Brothers,
resting forever, at the gates… at the gates of Moscow.