| Ruins, ashgrey, total devastation
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| Life already gone, existence of a nation
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| Silence dominates, between iron and stone
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| But don’t even think you’re alone
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| Craters bashed in, annihilate our creation
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| Walls taken down, to bury our nation
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| But holes you create, is digging your grave
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| From ruler to victim, you will be our slave
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| Sneaking, crawling, invisible hunters
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| You cowards don’t fight, just fire from shelters
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| Death will rule your trench, while I am your fear
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| A shot from my rifle is the last you will hear
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| Your shelters will burn, eat from our guns!
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| Paulus will conquer and Chuikov will bow!
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| Crosshairs duel, who’s the first to pull the trigger
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| Mouser or Mosin Nagant, communist or fascist!
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| Attack or defence, forward or backward
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| The struggle for defeat, or the years for victory
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| Hero’s cowards, generals and soldiers
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| Ruins, ashgrey, total devastation
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| Life still gone, existence of a nation
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| Silence has returned, the same cutting wind
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| «There's no land for us beyond the Volga»
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| «The defenders of the city used to say that the streets, avenues and
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| parks near the Volga became slippery from blood, and that the Germans
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| slipped down to their doom.» |