| Scorched earth lies behind them
|
| On schedule they are
|
| Accompanied by victory
|
| They came from very far
|
| Drunken of the lootings
|
| Ares on their side
|
| Guides them to disaster
|
| About to turn the tide
|
| Autumn at the Eastern Front
|
| Still they do proceed
|
| Heavy rains are setting in The attack is loosing speed
|
| Eight miles left to Moscow
|
| Her suburbs now in sight
|
| The 3rd and 4h Panzerarmies
|
| Vainly wait for their supplies
|
| Plod on through the filth
|
| On impassible roads
|
| Hardly making progress
|
| Streets turn in to floads
|
| Winter at the Eastern Front
|
| They do no longer proceed
|
| Heavy cold is setting in Forcing troops to raise the siege
|
| Stumbling, wading through
|
| The blizzard rage
|
| Advance halts,
|
| Disappears in snow and ice
|
| Iwan laughs,
|
| Welcoming General Winter
|
| White scourges,
|
| Natural mighty allies
|
| Standing ground,
|
| Sharpening frost, minus 40
|
| Frozen oil, silences artillery
|
| Swollen limbs, scorbutics,
|
| Cracking army
|
| Landsers cry, thousands die,
|
| Catastrophy
|
| Awaiting the turning point
|
| Patiently
|
| The Soviets launch their attack
|
| Trying to break through
|
| The German flanks
|
| To encounter them at their backs
|
| Siberians in winter uniform
|
| And well-equipped for the fight
|
| Offensives unleashed
|
| From the North and the South
|
| To cut right through
|
| Their supply lines
|
| Finally the order
|
| Preparing for retreat
|
| The Wehrmacht has to withdraw
|
| Or else will face defeat
|
| Despite all the losses
|
| The Red Army has failed
|
| An impasse at the Eastern Front
|
| And none have prevailed
|
| Sixty miles from Moscow
|
| In winter positions
|
| Exhausted from the war
|
| But the battle rages on |