General Winter

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