| Remains are heading West
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| Towards the safety of the Reich
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| Between them and the homeland
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| Lies one final obstacle
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| A passage through the Carpaths
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| Known as impenetrable
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| Few challenging passes
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| Ravines dark and deep
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| Ascending 2000 meters
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| Where roads are bad and steep
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| Units without officers
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| Deserters from imprisonment
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| Over threatening white peaks
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| Nowhere light, nowhere shelter
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| Not a sign of life
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| A desolate dreary region
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| Where no-one can survive the misdemeanours
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| The crimes against mankind
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| The last halts of abundance
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| They left them far behind
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| Fury figures wrapped in grey blankets
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| Will-less eyes gaze into nothingless
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| Stare through this pathetic procession
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| A long cortege of infatuation
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| Tired sullen faces
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| Feet blistered and sore
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| Their clothing is threadbare
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| Soles tied up with cords
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| A mountain range afflicted by the cold
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| Icy wind brings horizontal
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| At the Carpathian Inferno
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| A lump of snow is looming
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| Alongside of the track
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| The tombstone of two comrades
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| Who died silent, back to back
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| Faces remain nameless
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| Wheels crush splintered bones
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| Frozen death is painless
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| On this god-forgotten road |