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General Winter (Hail of Bullets)

Scorched 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 Eight 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 Sixty miles from Moscow In winter positions Exhausted from the war But the battle rages on