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- At The Gates Of Moscow
- Eastern Front
- Blood On Snow
Either side assemble as the ground trembles beneath the weight of armour
Tension frays as increasing power is displayed, we are ready awaiting the slaughter
Artillery barrages pound on defensive lines
Charging infantry sprayed treading on mines
As Tiger and T 34 lock horns
Artillery barrages pound on defensive lines
Charging infantry sprayed treading on mines
As Tiger and T 34 lock horns
On Soviet battlefields hellish carnage is born
Stukhas swoop down from a smoke choked sky
Unleashing their bombs there is nowhere to hide
The Soviets entrenched holding their line
In defence of their hero city standing behind
Motivated only by the prospect on an honourable death
Soviet soldiers collapse, machine gun fire renders them lifeless
The commissar pistol in hand, rallies his troops as Stalin commands
Charging head on into Deaths wide open jaws
The commissar pistol in hand, rallies his troops as Stalin commands
Human life expendable, Cannon fodder for the cause
Upon the morning of December 5th 1941
11 million Russian infantry ready themselves for a battle that must be won
600, 000 German infantry stand awaiting
Shell fire turns night to day in a land God has long since forsaken
MGs spitting tracer fire, the Russians fall rank by rank, they fell in their thousands, forever re enforced Picking up the weaponry of the dead they advance, a hideous wave of death, rising up from the corpse strewn battlefields
MGs spitting tracer fire, the Russians fall rank by rank, they fell in their thousands, forever re enforced Picking up the weaponry of the dead they advance, a hideous wave of death, rising up from the corpse strewn battlefields
Across the corpse strewn battlefields, frozen soldiers lie Fathers, Brothers, resting forever, at the gates at the gates of Moscow
Tension frays as increasing power is displayed, we are ready awaiting the slaughter
Artillery barrages pound on defensive lines
Charging infantry sprayed treading on mines
As Tiger and T 34 lock horns
Artillery barrages pound on defensive lines
Charging infantry sprayed treading on mines
As Tiger and T 34 lock horns
On Soviet battlefields hellish carnage is born
Stukhas swoop down from a smoke choked sky
Unleashing their bombs there is nowhere to hide
The Soviets entrenched holding their line
In defence of their hero city standing behind
Motivated only by the prospect on an honourable death
Soviet soldiers collapse, machine gun fire renders them lifeless
The commissar pistol in hand, rallies his troops as Stalin commands
Charging head on into Deaths wide open jaws
The commissar pistol in hand, rallies his troops as Stalin commands
Human life expendable, Cannon fodder for the cause
Upon the morning of December 5th 1941
11 million Russian infantry ready themselves for a battle that must be won
600, 000 German infantry stand awaiting
Shell fire turns night to day in a land God has long since forsaken
MGs spitting tracer fire, the Russians fall rank by rank, they fell in their thousands, forever re enforced Picking up the weaponry of the dead they advance, a hideous wave of death, rising up from the corpse strewn battlefields
MGs spitting tracer fire, the Russians fall rank by rank, they fell in their thousands, forever re enforced Picking up the weaponry of the dead they advance, a hideous wave of death, rising up from the corpse strewn battlefields
Across the corpse strewn battlefields, frozen soldiers lie Fathers, Brothers, resting forever, at the gates at the gates of Moscow
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