Paroles de Der Blutharsch

Cold, so cold The mountain air, thin and spare The Sun obscured By endless winter Winds rush through the valley pass As snow falls upon icy paths From pale white it fades to red With the blood of my comrades From the canyon floor To the tundrous peaks The cannons belch forth Through the many weeks Frozen, starving In fields of ice This barren trench Altar of sacrifice Holding position In oceans of white My hands go numb From the frostbite Man the machinegun Against the next wave Snowblind and shivering Send them to the grave Blood of these men Spills on the land Fruitless offensives From frontline command Perched on the watchtower I see their advance Through deep snow Without a chance Feeding the belt Round after round Another regiment Savagely gunned down The story of war Blood and revenge Just like the winter Will never end Blood And the blood covers the snow Blood And the blood covers the snow The forest, the mountains The valleys of crosses And the blood covers the snow