I was a soldier sent to Stalingrad
a walking shadow through debris corpses and glasses
I was a soldier sent to Stalingrad
Proserpine’s lips has put her mark
Soul shakes, dance of the mortal mist
God of death’s tears, flowing deep
hands are stained by the blood’s beast
bullets, other nails of Jesus wrists
cold is violent, guides us to sleep
sleeping valley with no dreams
Ghosts can’t see the sun of men
and we marched like ’em on this fallen land
cold shrouds, seen through eyes of old dying men,
emptiest sky received the machine gun’s prayer.
We are knights of purifier fire
we sheer the apocalypse
we only need more pyres
we deliver mother death.
let’s march, eating snow and terror
weapons in our shoulders, messengers of
sorrow red star, red flag, red star, ‘til the days of fire
weapons in our right hand,
‘til the judgement day comes
It’s for the smile of a child that we die?
it’s for that flag that we wanted high in this stranger sky?
if you believe to trade the blood for the ground
death always wins with his dice
the cannons sing and the snow trembles
and once again eternal night
