Year 1939 winter seems to be colder than before Somehere there where the blood stain the snow thousand shadows slowly start to fall Screams fill the anxious air,screams of anguish and pain As the bullets burn and rip the flesh fierce agony that makes insane Year 1939 the line of fire is raging in the eastern border Invasion of the red force striking with sound of weapons Battlefields covered in blood and thousand corpses horrid scenes of war come clear as hell They wake as the morning brought the sun slowly creeping throught the moments in night of death and grief,alone in silence the enemy create strong conflict when darkness fell over trenches with freezing chill And bloodshed visions strike clear with pain this winter is colder than before As misery conquers,while blood fall to the snow these lands will sleep in mourning and sorrow Grievance will come and death embrace the dying ones in glory and honour to die for fatherland Time never fades the blood of heroes while horrid scenes of war come clear as hell Year 1939 when the line of fire was raging in the eastern border In bloodshed visions from the frontlines battlefields covered by corpses ...somewhere there where the winds blew cold
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