كلمات Winterwar Memorial

I can see the winds, I can breath the chilling cold! I can touch the spectral colours of the night: The sun of Storms I am, the black night from yester worlds The flame of war desire burns inside my soul. Spellbound by this blind passion In battle lust my mind is drowned Red is the path:to the war field. My panzerfaust respectfully I hold. Under the pale horizon of the eastern front Across the endless sea of clouds Pride becomes a side of Pain Honour fills with courage my soul Draped I am by those melancholic hills A hawk in eyrie, I am waiting fearless All senses gathered, instincts sharpened Dwelling in total blasphemy in this winter war. Krieg! Olofoteina ta synnefa toso psila! Parthenikis broxis stagones me skepazoun, Kai ola edo:I timi, to Aima pou kYlla zesto. Kai ego monos pia:na polemo akoma. Winterwar memorial.