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