Stalingrad (Hail of Bullets)

After the crucial offensive Follows a shameful retreat An attack against the western flank And they might escape defeat Forced into hedge-hog position A break-through is strictly prohibited Thus murdering thousands of men Feeding them Assuring them they will get out The 6th army's faith in it's Fьhrer Von Manstein's relief not succeeding The panzers of Hoth are pushed back Experiencing their own tactic Entrapped in this Kesselschlacht Foremost frontlines changing daily Innumerable casualties In overcrowded field-hospitals No ending to the injuries Evacuating Marinowka The pulverized 3rd I'd On the high-road to Karpowka Leftovers of infantry Passing the horse cadavers A path marked with bloodstains Distorted division vehicles Cracked skulls, piece of brains Crooked frozen bodies Soldiers die where they fell Crawling on the trail of treason Entering the Portal to Hell The clearange of Pitomnik In the raging snow Desperate Junkers planes Circling above Wounded forgotten Metal, blood and dirt Running to the safety Of Stalingrad's outskirts Puny figures sleeping In stinking holes Thick fog and black smoke Living like moles Under-nourished troopers Turn into dust Typhoid and dysentery Vaporizing pus Eating their comrades entrails Accomplained by crows Chaplains commit suicide As there's no god above Everywhere carcasses Too frozen to eat Nothing to fight for And no more blood to bleed