Artista: Hail Of Bullets
  Canción: General Winter

Scourched 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 

8 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 

60 miles from Moscow 
In winter positions 
Exhausted from the war 
But the battle rages on