Marching towards the Volga as summer fades away
Spread to a thin, fixated on taking the namesake city
Blood-thirsty wolves hunting
Through heaps of fallen walls
Thundering wings, bombing
Tearing the city to shreds
War
Forward, no step back
Expendable conscripts
Lying in wait, wounded
Under the veil of winter
Forging a ring of steel
The Red Army shall prevail
Blood
Soiling the freezing Motherland
Death
By the thousands missing
Cold
Over the Eastern front
Hell
As the sixth marches on