Stalingrad

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 with empty promises
 Assuring them they will get out
 The 6th army's faith in its Führer
 Von Mansteins 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 ID
 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
 Vapourizing pus
 Eating their comrades entrails
 Accomplained by crows
 Chaplains commit cuicide
 As there's no god above
 Everywhere carcasses
 Too frozen to eat
 Nothing to fight for
 And no more blood to bleed