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 impassable roads

Hardly making progress

Streets turn in to floods



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