Fresh from Moscow
Over Volga came to comrades aid
City in despair
Almost crushed by the Führer's army
Oh, it's colder than Hell
Hitler's forces advancing
The sound of the mortars
The music of death
A grand symphony
See your friends fall hear them
Pray to the god your country denies
Every man dies alone and when your
Time comes you will know that it's time
Stalins fortress on fire
Is this madness or Hell
The sound of the mortars
The music of death
We're playing the devil's symphony
Our violins are guns conducted from Hell
Oh Stalingrad
Mratnimiat
Are you playing?
Do you follow the conductors lead?
No one knows you
No one cares about a single violin
Play the score of the damned
Know the devil within
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